The small box smacked Harold on the forehead, leaving a red mark in its wake.

But Harold didn’t care.

He simply squatted down to pick up the small box and pocketed it. One day, he’d slip this diamond ring on Rena’s finger and make her his own.

“What happened to you and Cecilia wasn’t my fault,” he said defensively.

Rena squeezed her eyes shut and repeated herself through gritted teeth, “I said, get out!”

Harold wanted to say something more, but just then, the door was pushed open.

Waylen strode in.

a crisp, white shirt. He

in the ward was tense, but Waylen

at Harold in greeting and then walked

medical bills amount to $22, 600 in total. Add

bedside table before she could

bed frame and typed

my, Miss Gordon! You are so poor. You only have

Rena blushed in embarrassment.

tongue and said seriously, “You still owe me $4, 600. How about you join me at the country club some time? We can play a round of golf. If you agree, you won’t need to give the $4, 600

&

looked at him

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