Chapter 8 Terminating the Contract Prematurely

Dr. Wilson averted his gaze and looked at Caroline. He nodded and departed.

Recognizing it was inappropriate for him to linger, Reuben tactfully made his way to the elevator and patiently waited.

The ensuing silence weighed heavily upon Caroline. She mustered the courage to speak, “Mr. Jordan…”

“What do you gain from all this?” Evan coldly interjected.

He turned away, his eyes hinting at mockery. “Do you expect my sympathy in return?”

Caroline stood there, stunned. “Mr. Jordan, I don’t understand what you mean!”

Evan lowered his gaze, peering down at Caroline, who stood a head shorter than him. His handsome face radiated an icy coldness.

His eyes, like thin ice, reflected a frigid glint as he uttered with a chilling tone, “Don’t you find your attempts to elicit sympathy and portray yourself as pitiful quite juvenile? Or perhaps you feel that what I have provided you with isn’t enough, and now you seek connections with a doctor to secure free treatment for your mother?”

Evan’s words pierced Caroline’s heart like a knife.

The pain was suffocating, almost unbearable.

She hadn’t even known about her fever, so how could she have feigned it?

It was clear now. Right from the start, she was nothing more than a crass fortune hunter in his eyes!

Caroline clenched her fists, determined to maintain composure.

Jordan, what kind

distant and bureaucratic reply

on Caroline, he took a step forward, his sharp eyes prying into her

an ambiguous

calm. “Mr. Jordan, the contract terms are clear. Once the person you sought

Caroline showed her

in his

Caroline had fiercely stood

his iron-like fingers gripping her

eyes. After years of

on Caroline’s lips. “Thank

the contract prematurely, don’t

Evan released his

disgust in his gaze as he

sank down as

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the ward. After spending a few

house she had purchased

this dilapidated and cramped dwelling, barely spanning 60

the door. Immediately, the stench of alcohol assaulted

the scattered wine bottles on the floor

herself in front of her computer. Just then, a message popped

My boss is on the verge of losing

occupied lately. Please give me another half

the

also take on freelance fashion design projects during her free time to earn

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