The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 338

I took a spot under the shade of a tree, glanced at my watch, and called out, “Five minutes left.”

Cameron crouched near Harry. “What are we gonna do? I don’t have the money for your treatment. This bitch is the only-”

“We should have never raised her!” Harry snarled, punching the grass.

Cameron’s sad eyes briefly turned red as she glanced at my mother and grandfather’s graves. “Then what? Are we really going to kneel in front of… them?!”

Harry said nothing. His fist trembled.

“One minute,” I reminded them, shifting my stance.

Cameron turned to me, thinking I was about to leave. “Wait!”

She tugged on Harry’s arm. “Just… just agree to it, okay? We’re the living. They’re dead. There’s nothing embarrassing about kneeling to two slabs of stone!”

“This is all your fault! If you hadn’t

thought this was revenge for that? He had no idea how

the culmination of years of resentment–far greater than whatever anger

Maddie couldn’t have done anything if Edward himself

friends, aren’t we? So why the hell isn’t Edward

her tears and snarled, “Those jackasses aren’t gonna help either! I asked twice, and

Harry’s face

blood type is so rare he might never recover!” Cameron

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the Joneses were no

ago, both families had been inseparable. Cameron had even treated Edward better than her own son.

Ha! God

on.” I waved to the

“Stop!” Cameron cried.

You won’t agree to my proposal, and now I’m not allowed to