Chapter 3507
The impostor Carrie commented, “Making money is easy. The next time you create problems for your eldest sister, I’ll annoy her again until she slaps me twice. That way, I can earn some extra cash.”
Carrie chuckled, “It’s just a few thousand dollars. It’s worth it for you to do this.”
“Miss Newman, you were born into wealth and have always had everything you desired. You’ve never had to worry about food or clothing, and you’ve always had ample money. You can’t comprehend the struggles faced by ordinary people like me. Your family’s assets exceed 10 billion. What does 10 billion mean to those who are poor? My family can’t even manage to gather 500,000.”
“My brother wants to get married, and my sister-in-law demands a house, a car, three gold items, and a dowry. My brother has been working for nearly a decade, yet his savings are insufficient for the down payment. We’ve depleted all my parents’ savings, and my own savings are gone too.”
“I covered the down payment for their wedding house, bought a car, and borrowed money for the dowry.”
The stand-in paused briefly before continuing, “Ordinary people can remain in debt for years after marriage. My sister-in-law has been married for several years and has two children. She and my brother are still tirelessly working to pay off the mortgage, car loans, and other debts. Isn’t that ironic?”
“It would have been better if they had made fewer demands at the start, gotten married, and worked hard together. Then they wouldn’t be struggling with debt now. My family has a house; it’s just a bit old and small. It’s livable if we squeeze in. You wouldn’t face this kind of hardship.”
Carrie, feeling superior after hearing the comparison, replied, “That’s true, I’ve never had to worry about money.”
Even during her toughest times, someone always provided her with money. It was just a minor inconvenience.
“Alright, apply some ice to your…”
out soon.”
“I hope so,” Kathryn replied, a hint of worry in her voice. “I just want to know what’s wrong.”
Pedro nodded reassuringly. “You’ll be back to your normal self in no time. Just focus on resting.”
As Kathryn settled back down, she couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. The dizziness was persistent, and she was anxious about the doctor’s findings.
Meanwhile, in her mind, she was recalling her earlier conversation with Carrie about the lavish lifestyle she had grown accustomed to. It was a stark contrast to her current situation, lying in a hospital bed with no clear answers.
“I wish I had the freedom to spend money like Carrie,” Kathryn thought, feeling a pang of envy. “But right now, I just want my health back.”
The contrast between their worlds was striking; while one enjoyed the luxuries of life, the other was left to navigate medical uncertainties.
Back at the hospital, the sun set quickly, casting shadows across the room as the city outside illuminated with a vibrant glow. Pedro began setting the table with the food he prepared, hoping to lift Kathryn’s spirits with a warm meal.
“Let’s eat, Miss,” he said, trying to distract her from her worries. “You need your strength.”
Kathryn smiled faintly, grateful for his care. “Thank you, Pedro. I appreciate everything you’re doing for me.”
“It’s my job,” he replied, but the sincerity in his voice suggested he felt more than just a sense of duty.
As they shared the meal, Kathryn tried to push her concerns aside, focusing instead on the comfort of the food and the kindness of her friend. She knew she had to take things one step at a time, and for now, she would cherish this moment of solace.
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Outside, the bustling city continued its evening routine, while inside the ward, the world felt momentarily still, allowing Kathryn to find a glimmer of peace amidst uncertainty.
You’ve made significant progress in your recovery, but just remember not to eat any food they send over, not even the fruit. Avoid it all.”
No one in the Farrell family can be trusted anymore.
“I bought the vegetables and prepared dinner myself. I made all your favorites,” Pedro said.
He helped Kathryn out of bed, urging her, “Eat it while it’s hot. It won’t taste good if it gets cold.”
Kathryn chuckled, “I feel like I’m seriously ill now. I need your support to walk.”
“I can even carry you if needed.”
Kathryn was capable of walking; Pedro was just being cautious, concerned that she might get dizzy and fall.