"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."

consumed by hopelessness, Bethany followed the man to a luxurious car. As the car door opened, the first thing

were from a brand

courage, Bethany climbed into

in a white coat. Her delicate, smiling features exuded a warm, comforting presence. Bethany felt an instant

up

her thuggish neighbor, beaten down by the drastic change in her life and the sudden diagnosis

her a tissue, full of

I ask

slightly. "You can call

"Gold...?"

someone really annoying with

that so? What a

The woman's smile deepened.

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 you and do something

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