Rebirth to Be with My Disabled Husband (or The Ninth Bride)

Chapter 322 He Couldn't Accept It

"Was Finley really that ugly?" "Absolutely."

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The employees downstairs engaged in animated discussions about Samantha, completely oblivious to her thoughts. Meanwhile, she stood before the bloodied Sylvan, pouring him a glass of water and placing it gently in front of him. "Are you okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

Sylvan tightened his grip on the cup without uttering a word. Samantha turned to her assistant, her voice steady and commanding. "Go and get Sylvan a change of clothes." "Understood, Ms. Wallace," the assistant replied, hurrying off.

Once her assistant had left, Samantha resumed her inquiry. "You came to see me today for a reason, didn't you? Is there something you need my help with?"

"I..." Sylvan hesitated, grappling with the weight of his words. "What I'm about to say might sound like I've gone overboard, but my hands are tied."

She offered a gentle smile. "I've heard much worse. So, whatever you wish to say, feel free."

you lend me some

expression shifted slightly. "How much do

on the cup, his knuckles whitening. "That would

placing it before him. "Here's 300 thousand. I may not know the specifics of your situation, but I know you, Sylvan. You are never one to ask for help. It must be serious

I am, asking to borrow 200,000. I came with no hope, considering we're not acquainted. Yet, you not only agreed to lend me

as you need to

a loss for

you draw up a contract now? To make

the stage yet. I won't pressure you into signing just because I lent you

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a friend helping you out. I don't need a promissory note. I don't need interest from you, either, I trust you. It's like I