Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Grace didnt know who to turn to for the 20 thousand dollars.

In the end, at 9:00 pm, she called Ethan again.

A deep and slightly hoarse voice came through the receiver, reminding her of snowflakes on a winter night.

Grace Lambert? It was as if an invisible hand tightened around her throat, suffocating her with overwhelming grievances.

Hello, Ethan.

Can you lend me 20 thousand dollars? Im in the hospital and cant afford the medical bills.

The only response was the sound of steady breathing and the faint rustling of fabric.

Just as Grace was preparing herself for rejection, she heard him ask, Account number? Let… Let me find it.

She quickly grabbed the bag beside her and started searching frantically, afraid he would hang up before she could give him the details.

The nurse told her this was her bag, but inside, there were only cosmetics for touch-ups.

Finally, she found a card in the innermost compartment and quickly read out the number.

In less than a minute, the notification of a bank transfer came through.

Grace hesitated to hang up.

After all, this was the only person willing to acknowledge her since she had woken up with amnesia.

However, she hesitated for three full minutes, unsure of what to say.

Surprisingly, Ethan didnt hang up either.

In the quiet stillness of the call, they could hear each others breath.

Are your injuries serious? His

carried the same chill of a late-night

Grace, it was the first true concern she had heard

heart, but her words failed her, so she simply said, Im fine

Thank you.

a way to

are you planning to lie to me this time? Her heart

hung up the phone, her thoughts a

that? Had she lied to him many times before? No

she only got more

she could do was settle her outstanding hospital bill and complete the

of the hospital, she found herself

money and

address in her message records

beautiful villa

tapped

be a

got out of the car

luxury car pulled

down,

and delicate, was in

asked with concern, Grace,

dress was adorned with shimmering crystals, and her handbag was a limited edition

you earlier?

again? What do you want from me? Before Grace could say anything, Yancey had already got out of the drivers seat, his gaze filled with

you couldnt even hold out for six

no shame? Do I really need to repeat

ounce of self-respect? Do you enjoy being humiliated? Why do you keep making things

Forget it, Yancey.

Im used to it.

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