Finally, Pearl glanced at her with disdain, scribbled something on a check, and tossed it at her face.
“To people like us, you’re nothing but a pitiful loser.”
The check fluttered to the floor. Scrawled on it was the amount [$1000].
Alannah pulled herself up and grabbed Pearl’s wrist. “You said if I got on my knees, you’d pay for the surgery!”
“Yep, and I did,” Pearl said casually, a mocking smile curving her lips. “Isn’t this money? What’s wrong? Is it too little? Sorry, the company’s been short on funds lately.”
As she spoke, she lifted her wrist deliberately, showing off the diamond bracelet Quincy had given her.
‘Short on funds?’ Alannah thought. ‘That bracelet alone is definitely worth tens of millions!’
The argument escalated. Pearl suddenly gasped, pretending to slip and fall to the floor.
When Quincy walked in and saw her sprawled there, his face darkened instantly. He rushed forward, pulling her into his arms.
His voice was low and cold. “Not a single cent of my money will go to your mother’s surgery!”
Alannah fell to her knees, desperately begging everyone in the room, but one by one, they turned away like she carried a plague.
Just then, her phone rang. It was the hospital.