Chapter 4

Chapter 4

1. I couldn't bear to listen any longer, so I closed the door.

I removed the wedding decorations from the walls and cleared the carefully chosen festive snacks from the table.

I walked over to the trash can and stared at it for a long time.

Eventually, I lowered my hand.

This wedding had to go on.

My mom had waited a long time for this day.

I didn't want to disappoint her.

Before this, I had always turned a blind eye.

Kathleen, for once, got up early and made breakfast for the family.

Normally, we never let her do any chores.

Looking at the table full of dishes, I couldn't quite describe how I felt.

We had been together for so long, and I had never seen her cook.

I had never tasted her cooking.

Because she was always busy, always tired.

I managed everything at home.

I never expected she would make breakfast for us.

Perhaps it was to make amends.

My mom was quite happy.

Even though she couldn't see, she could still savor the aroma and kept praising the food.

Looking at the harmonious scene before me, I chose to back down once again.

After breakfast, I cleared the table and washed the dishes.

There were still many tasks to handle, like settling the banquet bills.

All the wedding gifts from the guests had to be returned.

After washing the dishes, I took out my phone.

I was about to start refunding the wedding gifts when I got a notification that my balance was insufficient.

I opened my bank account and saw that the balance was only fifty dollars.

I couldn't believe it and refreshed the page several times.

It was still fifty dollars.

Kathleen came over. "What are you looking at?"

I clenched my phone. "Where's the money?"

"What did you do with the money?"

My lock screen password was her birthday; only Kathleen knew it.

Kathleen coughed twice. "Jase needed some money for his surgery, so I transferred it to him. Consider it a loan from you. I'll pay you back later."

I looked at her in disbelief. "You took my money to pay for his surgery?"

There were thirty thousand dollars in the bank account, which was my salary saved over the past three years, and fifteen thousand dollars from the wedding gifts.

A total of forty-five thousand dollars, now only fifty dollars left.

"It's just a few thousand. I'll pay you back once I get my project bonus," Kathleen said, annoyed by my reaction.

She was impatient.

She didn't care about the money at all, using her own salary to pay for Jase's surgery.

As long as she could save Jase's life, she thought money could always be earned again.

She never considered what kind of life we would have without that money.

I was furious.

I wondered why she suddenly made breakfast, why she seemed like a different person.

It was all for this.

Anger almost consumed my reason, and I threw my phone at her.

"Do you even know how much is left? That was my money! How could you give it to him?"

"Kathleen, are you out of your mind?"

I had never been so hysterical in front of her.

Because I came from a single-parent family.

I knew better than anyone that girls should be treated like princesses.

So I always treated Kathleen with utmost care and love.

She didn't like small houses, so I worked hard to buy an apartment in the city center.

I scrimped and saved, worked overtime.

I bought her the bags she liked without batting an eye.

I never ate or dressed well myself.

I thought my sincere efforts would be seen and reciprocated.

But I never expected it was all one-sided.

She never even gave me a second thought!

She never saw things from my perspective!

Kathleen didn't understand. "Is it really necessary? It's just some money. We're talking about a life here. Do you want me to just let him die?"

I sneered. "Is it really because it's a life, or because he's your first love?"

"Kathleen, be honest with yourself."

"Are you two really just friends?"

Slap.

She slapped me hard.

Biting her lip, her eyes red, she looked at me as if I had wronged her.

I touched my stinging left cheek.

Instead of getting angry, I laughed. "What, did I hit the nail on the head?"

Kathleen was trembling with anger, her chest heaving, her eyes blazing with hatred as if she wanted to rip me to shreds.

"I can't believe I misjudged you!"

"I never thought you'd think so little of me!"