"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 car door

a wave of shame. She instinctively shrank back. Those high heels were from a brand she used to

her courage, Bethany climbed

felt an instant surge of goodwill toward her. "Hello, Ms. Salvador, it's a pleasure to meet you,"

up in her eyes and started

beaten down by the drastic change in her life and the sudden diagnosis of a terminal illness. After receiving this unexpected kindness, her emotions

woman quickly handed her

Bethany said, wiping her nose. "May I ask who you are? How do you know

can call me Ms. Gold.

"Gold...?"

"I used to know someone really annoying with

that so? What a

The woman's smile deepened.

sensation. I was at the hospital for business today and saw you by chance. Seeing your current situation made me curious, so I followed you to

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