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 black suit over a crisp, white shirt. He

in the ward was tense, but

greeting and then walked over to

and declared, “Miss Gordon, your medical bills amount to $22, 600 in total. Add me on WhatsApp so that you can transfer

bedside table before she could recover from

frame and typed

Gordon! You are so poor. You only have

Rena blushed in embarrassment.

me $4, 600. How about you join me at the country club some time?

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