My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The woman seemed to be frustrated. She looked at Eunice and scolded, "Do you just follow whatever he wants blindly? Don't you know that he has high blood pressure and he can't just eat anything he wants? Also, don't assume that I don't know what you're up to. My father is not clearheaded. Are you trying to coax him into marrying you, so that when he dies, you would get his assets? Stop daydreaming. It's impossible. Now get out of here. This is your payment for taking care of him recently. Don't show your face in front of us ever again."

The woman flung a stack of money onto Eunice's face. Then, she left with the old man while Eunice stood at the table, motionless. She was being silently judged by the people in the restaurant as if they were watching a soap opera. Although the conversation only lasted a few minutes, it was enough for everyone to interpret what was going on.

of monetary compensation for their breakup? Why did she have to take care of an old man with dementia for money? Beside, based on their

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on the ground in her miniskirt to pick up the money. I couldn't help grimacing at this sight and didn't know what to say. We all had to make our own decisions for ourselves. We couldn't be sure whether our choices were good or bad. Nevertheless, we still should have chosen

me like this." I bit my lips, lowered my head, and murmured, "You have so many options. Why do you choose to humiliate yourself like this?" sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

have options. With my current education and circumstances, I can find a nine-to-five job with a salary of a few thousand dollars. I will work day and night and be bullied by my boss for the rest of my life. I may survive with bad health and grow old. In the end, I won't even be able to afford a house. What's the use of dignity at this point? "You're not in my shoes and vice versa. I wanted to marry Aaron so that I would not have to worry about money for the rest of my life and be led down the primrose path. Why did you have to stop me? Because you think that I was earning dirty money? Yet to Aaron, I am merely a commodity, an object that needs maintenance occasionally. In the end, I would be a collection of his commodity in the Reid family. Miss Reid, just a few disapproving words from you