"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."

car. As the car door opened, the first thing she saw was a pair of expensive silver satin high heels with

glanced down at her own ragged clothes, feeling a wave of shame. She instinctively 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. Salvador,

her courage, Bethany climbed into the

was unexpectedly dressed in a white coat. Her delicate, smiling features exuded a warm, comforting presence. Bethany felt an instant surge of goodwill toward

tears inexplicably welled up in

her life and the sudden diagnosis of

woman quickly handed her a tissue, full

I ask who you are?

call me Ms. Gold. I'm also from

"Gold...?"

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

that so? What

The woman's smile deepened.

and saw you by chance. Seeing your current situation made me curious, so I followed you to learn

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