"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."

the man to a luxurious car. As the car door opened, the first thing she saw was a

own ragged clothes, feeling a wave of shame. She instinctively shrank back. Those high heels were from a brand

Bethany climbed into the

Bethany felt an instant surge of goodwill toward

inexplicably welled up

by the drastic change in her life and the sudden diagnosis of a terminal illness. After receiving

quickly handed her a tissue, full

her nose. "May I

can call me Ms. Gold. I'm

"Gold...?"

to know someone really annoying with that last name. But you are much

so? What a

The woman's smile deepened.

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

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