Chapter 1162

"If you want to say I hate Donald, then fine, go ahead. My daughter just won't do it," Delilah said, gripping her daughter's hand tightly without even glancing at her.

"Do you really need Dad to die before you're happy?" Kitty slammed the table, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

Delilah laughed in frustration, "Don't act so righteous. Even the top hospital in the city can't help Donald. What gives you the right to guilt-trip me and my daughter?"

Saving Donald wouldn't earn us any praise, and if it didn't work out, all the blame would likely fall on my daughter.

Delilah knew her siblings too well-always selfish and greedy.

"Because the Cunningham family blood runs through your veins, and your daughter once claimed she was eighty percent sure she could cure Donald!" Kitty's eyes were sharp as she looked at Mirabella. "If you can save Donald, why won't you? He's your grandfather, a living, breathing person!"

Hearing this, Delilah frowned, about to speak coldly, "I said, my daughter..."

her off, "You're right, there's still

turned to her daughter, bewildered, "Mira,

hand and patted her mother's hand,

face twisted into a

aim just to see how much the Cunninghams were worth?

for Jules to grab the purse hanging by the coat rack. She pulled out a checkbook and quickly scribbled down some

Mirabella with a mocking laugh, "Two million? That should keep

behind Mirabella, couldn't help but glance

said it all:

family? Must be the joke of the

check with a soft sigh, then looked sideways at Delilah, "Delilah, your daughter just got hit with a check. What do you think? Two million? Surely enough for our 'poor' family to

Delilah's cheeks twitched, "..."

when she was tricked

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