Chapter 8 Terminating the Contract Prematurely

Dr. Wilson averted his gaze and looked at Caroline. He nodded and departed.

Recognizing it was inappropriate for him to linger, Reuben tactfully made his way to the elevator and patiently waited.

The ensuing silence weighed heavily upon Caroline. She mustered the courage to speak, “Mr. Jordan…”

“What do you gain from all this?” Evan coldly interjected.

He turned away, his eyes hinting at mockery. “Do you expect my sympathy in return?”

Caroline stood there, stunned. “Mr. Jordan, I don’t understand what you mean!”

Evan lowered his gaze, peering down at Caroline, who stood a head shorter than him. His handsome face radiated an icy coldness.

His eyes, like thin ice, reflected a frigid glint as he uttered with a chilling tone, “Don’t you find your attempts to elicit sympathy and portray yourself as pitiful quite juvenile? Or perhaps you feel that what I have provided you with isn’t enough, and now you seek connections with a doctor to secure free treatment for your mother?”

Evan’s words pierced Caroline’s heart like a knife.

The pain was suffocating, almost unbearable.

She hadn’t even known about her fever, so how could she have feigned it?

It was clear now. Right from the start, she was nothing more than a crass fortune hunter in his eyes!

Caroline clenched her fists, determined to maintain composure.

forced a smile and inquired, “Mr. Jordan, what kind of

and bureaucratic reply fueled

a step forward,

in an ambiguous relationship with another man before our relationship ends, you’d better

the contract terms are clear. Once the person

Caroline showed

Evan, and in his eyes,

first time Caroline

over her, his iron-like fingers gripping her chin. “Caroline, have you become

welled up in Caroline’s eyes. After years of obedience, could her defiance

Caroline’s lips. “Thank you for the compliment,

to terminate the contract prematurely, don’t you? Caroline, I won’t

that, Evan released

an instant, anger transformed into disgust in his gaze as he

against the wall, slowly sank down

*

gathered herself and made her way back to the ward. After spending a few more hours with her mother, she

The house she had purchased for her mother earlier had been sold

this dilapidated and cramped dwelling,

opened the door. Immediately, the stench of alcohol assaulted her

the scattered wine bottles on the floor and let

front of her computer. Just then, a message popped

time. My boss is on the verge of

occupied lately. Please give me another

response, Caroline buried her head in the fashion

would also take on freelance fashion design projects during

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