"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."

luxurious car. As the car door opened,

shrank back. Those high heels were from a brand she used to love. Now, she could only look on with envy. The man said gently, "Ms.

her courage, Bethany climbed into the

Her delicate, smiling features exuded a warm, comforting presence. Bethany 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

inexplicably welled up

bullied by her landlord and her thuggish neighbor, beaten down by the drastic change in her life and

handed her a tissue, full

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

slightly. "You can call

"Gold...?"

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

that so?

The woman's smile deepened.

the Salvador family, you were quite the sensation. I was at the hospital for business today and saw you by chance. Seeing

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