"My future husband, I'll work so hard for us, I swear!"
From then on, she put those words into action.
Rain or shine, freezing cold or scorching heat—Serena didn't slack off a single day.
She already had a head for business. Once she shed that careless, good-for-nothing disguise, she became unstoppable.
In just a few years, she'd built up her own network and saved a decent amount of money.
Every time Serena came back after finishing her rounds, her favorite thing was counting money at home. She liked to divide it into little stacks, one after another, muttering with conviction.
"This portion's for buying a house."
"This portion's for marrying Alex."
"This portion's for buying him new clothes."
I felt sorry for how hard she worked.
But Serena always said that as long as I was happy, everything she endured had meaning.
Just like that, we finally saved enough to buy a house.
But it was also that year that Serena was diagnosed with heart failure.
The surgery fee was astronomical.
Even if I gave up everything I had. Even if her underling friends emptied their savings, running around everywhere to borrow money.
We were still three hundred thousand short.