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!”

all your fault! If you hadn’t agreed to Maddison’s demand to marry Edward,

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

years of resentment–far greater than whatever anger Maddison’s pathetic

me?! Maddie couldn’t have done anything if Edward himself hadn’t agreed

you try asking the Kennedys for help? We’re friends, aren’t we? So why the

gonna help either!

hope in Harry’s face died.

old disease flared up again, and he’s getting treatment. His blood type

11

So the Kennedys and the Joneses were no

families had been inseparable. Cameron had even

now? Ha! God

to the Uber

“Stop!” Cameron cried.

now