Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 530

Chapter 530:

Meanwhile, Joyce made her way to the hospital with the thermos in hand. With a wide smile, she sat by Katrina’s bedside and peeled an orange for her. Katrina lay there, feeling comforted, believing that all the love and care she had given her daughter over the years had finally borne fruit. Now, Joyce was taking care of her.

“Mom, how does it taste?” Joyce brought a piece of orange to Katrina’s lips. Katrina smiled.

“It’s sweet. And it warms my heart. There’s nothing that makes me happier than seeing you so caring.”

As she spoke, Katrina’s thoughts wandered, weighed down by the crushing burden of Joyce’s debt. If things get too complicated, I’ll divorce Caiden. Daniela has a tight grip on the finances, but maybe I can squeeze ten million out of him. It won’t cover everything, but it should help with part of what you owe. After that, I’ll figure out the rest.

Suddenly, Joyce’s cheerful demeanor faded. She slowly raised her gaze, her eyes turning cold.

“Mom, what did you just say?” she asked.

face, but it faltered as she noticed Joyce’s

I’ll divorce Caiden, and

her chair, her

ten million? Mom, you know how much I owe. Ten million is barely a fraction of it. And if you divorce Caiden and cut ties with the Harper family, what happens to me? How am I supposed to use that status to secure a future, especially when it comes to getting married? And what about

available

Katrina’s brow furrowed.

know this is difficult for you, but it’s the only option we have at the moment.” As she spoke, her chest tightened, a sharp pang of pain shooting through her. She

work something out for you. Jack can stay somewhere else for now. We’ll rent a

laughable. Her gaze turned cold, and she fixed Katrina with a

return to a poor life. And don’t even mention marrying someone else who’s easy to control. Men like Caiden, who are that naive, don’t come by

really think you can compete

feeling the sting of Joyce’s words deep within her. She was about to protest, ready to ask, “Why do

Joyce cut her off.

the only way?” The words

creased, a look of confusion crossing her