"You dare?" The man snatched the phone from Anya Forrest’s hand. He knew this vase couldn’t be sold anymore, and his expression turned somewhat frantic. He shouted, "It’s just tricking him out of a million! For someone like him who’s wealthy, it’s just pocket change! But for a family like mine, it’s a matter of life and death!" ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novęlfire.net
The man was utterly desperate, his eyes red: "Do you think I want to deceive people? I don’t want to either! But I have no other choice! My son is lying on a hospital bed waiting for a kidney transplant, the donor demands a million before they’ll ! What can I do? I’ve already sold the house, the car, everything in the house that can be sold!"
Anya Forrest looked at her wrist, which was reddened from the man’s grip, and looked at him with a cold expression: "You’re indeed pitiful, but being pitiful is not a reason to deceive. It’s never right to deceive, no matter what!"
The man paid no heed, crying loudly as he pounded the floor: "It’s all because dad is useless! It’s all because dad is useless! Don’t worry, once you’re gone, dad will die with you! On the road to The Netherworld, we can still be companions!"
The man’s heartrending cries made people feel somewhat uncomfortable inside.
Anya Forrest sighed helplessly, opened the handbag she carried with her, and quickly wrote something with a pen.
Once done, she walked up to the man: "Here you go."
The man instinctively looked up, stunned as he saw what appeared before him: "You... you... what do you mean by this?"
"Didn’t you say you’re in a hurry for your son’s kidney transplant? Take it now." Seeing the man unmoving, Anya moved the check in her hand forward: "Hurry up."
The man bewilderedly took it, staring blankly at the amount on the check.
He could hardly believe that he got the money he had dreamed of so easily.
He was so excited he was at a loss for words, unable to speak a complete sentence.
Anya Forrest ignored him, turned around, and returned to her seat.
The man stood there dumbfounded for a while before coming back to his senses. He suddenly stood up and blocked Anya’s way.
Anya was startled, looking warily at the man: "What... what do you want to do? I’ve already given you the money."
The man suddenly knelt down, his head knocking on the floor heavily: "Thank you. I promise, I will repay you! Even if it takes my whole life, I will repay you!"
After saying this, the man stood up and quickly left with the check.
Anya shook her head helplessly, then returned to her seat, picking up the paintbrush again and carefully sketching lines.
The bright sunlight streamed in from the glass window outside, dancing warmly on her face, tranquil and beautiful.
And this scene of beauty fell entirely into Raymond Thorne’s eyes, filled with admiration and interest.
Anya seemed oblivious, fully immersed in her artwork.
After more than half an hour, Anya completed her painting. After storing the painting away, she waved to call the waiter: "Check, please."
The waiter promptly came over: "That will be 108 yuan, will you be paying with cash or scanning QR code?"
Anya picked up her phone and scanned the QR code the waiter handed her. After entering her password, the phone screen showed insufficient bank balance.
"I’ll use cash then." Anya quickly opened her handbag, only to find no money inside.
She remembered buying milk tea yesterday.
Anya slapped her forehead hard, feeling she was about to be deeply embarrassed.
Raymond Thorne, seeing Anya’s embarrassed look, couldn’t help but smile and offered: "I’ll cover it."