"Is it Ms. Bethany Salvador?"

In a foreign land, hearing her native language made Bethany slowly stop crying. She lifted her tear-soaked, swollen face.

The man before her was dressed impeccably in a suit but was completely unfamiliar to her.

"How do you know me?"

Bethany suddenly kneeled before him, devoid of dignity, clasping her hands together as she wept and pleaded, "Are you... Are you someone my father sent to help me? Please... Take me back to Savrow. I can't stay in this hellhole for another day! I'm sick-very sick! If I don't get treatment, I won't survive! How could my father abandon his own daughter to die?!"

The man remained expressionless. "I'm sorry, Ms. Salvador, but I'm not sent by your father."

Bethany slumped back down, her expression a mix of disappointment and despair.

"However, someone does want to see you."

With her mind too muddled to think clearly and consumed by hopelessness, Bethany followed the man to a luxurious car. As the car door opened, the first thing she saw was a pair of expensive silver satin high heels with delicate, pristine ankles.

back. Those high heels were from a brand she used to love. Now, she could only look on with

her courage, Bethany

elegantly inside was unexpectedly dressed in a white coat. Her delicate, smiling features exuded a warm, comforting presence. Bethany felt an

up

by her landlord and her thuggish neighbor, beaten down by the drastic change in her life and the sudden diagnosis of a

quickly handed her

said, wiping her nose. "May I ask who you are? How do

"You can call me

"Gold...?"

kind smile, Bethany sniffed. "I used to know someone really annoying with that last name. But

that so? What a

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"When I was

Savrow, I knew of

hospital for business today and saw you by chance. Seeing your current situation made me curious, so

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