"Is it Ms. Bethany Salvador?"

In a foreign land, hearing her native language made Bethany slowly stop crying. She lifted her tear-soaked, swollen face.

The man before her was dressed impeccably in a suit but was completely unfamiliar to her.

"How do you know me?"

Bethany suddenly kneeled before him, devoid of dignity, clasping her hands together as she wept and pleaded, "Are you... Are you someone my father sent to help me? Please... Take me back to Savrow. I can't stay in this hellhole for another day! I'm sick-very sick! If I don't get treatment, I won't survive! How could my father abandon his own daughter to die?!"

The man remained expressionless. "I'm sorry, Ms. Salvador, but I'm not sent by your father."

Bethany slumped back down, her expression a mix of disappointment and despair.

"However, someone does want to see you."

and consumed by hopelessness, Bethany followed the man to a luxurious car. As the car door opened, the first thing she saw was a pair of expensive silver satin high heels with delicate,

She instinctively shrank back. Those high heels were from a brand she used

Bethany climbed into the

felt an instant surge of goodwill toward her. "Hello, Ms. Salvador, it's a pleasure to meet you," the woman said as she extended her

tears inexplicably welled up in her eyes and started

her life and the sudden diagnosis of a terminal illness. After receiving

quickly handed her a tissue, full

nose. "May I ask who you are? How do

"You can call me Ms. Gold. I'm also from

"Gold...?"

kind smile, Bethany sniffed. "I used to know someone really annoying with that last name. But you are much

so?

The woman's smile deepened.

for business today and saw you by chance. Seeing your current situation made me curious, so I followed you to learn more. As a fellow Savrow native, I want to help

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