It wasn't until I accidentally saw a small mole on Meryl's neck that I dismissed my doubts, not realizing Mia had deliberately tattooed it.
It was all just a game for the wealthy young lady.
I went to the hospital with a swollen, bruised face for treatment.
When settling the bill, I ran into that doctor again.
The doctor sighed and kindly advised, "You still have a chance to get treated, but if you delay further, no one can say for sure."
I gave a bitter smile.
What chance did I have?
Those two million were my lifeline!
Yet Mia carelessly threw it away to someone else.
Now needy, I don't even know how I'll manage tomorrow's meal, let alone how to survive into the future.
"No more chances."
The doctor shook his head in sympathy, no longer trying to persuade me.
I bid farewell to the doctor and headed to the base of my company's building.
Looking up at the glittering skyscraper, the words "Thompson Group" emblazoned across it.
Back then, I was foolish not to question why a Fortune 500 company would extend an offer to a mere ordinary graduate like me.
It seems the moment I stepped into the group, I had fallen into Mia's trap.