That night, I curled up in bed, clutched the property license tightly, burst into tears, and kept blaming myself.
“I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, I'm useless.”
Jonathan rescued me from the mire when I was at my most desperate. Now that he was in trouble, I couldn't leave him behind.
The next day, I sold my mother's house and moved into a rental house with Jonathan.
But the money I got from selling my house was nowhere near enough to pay for Jonathan's treatment.
The pemigatinib tablets would cost forty thousand dollars alone. With all the consulting fees, it was a bottomless pit.
For this reason, I gave up writing and worked three jobs.
I got up early and came home late every day, and I was so exhausted that I was about to pass out. All I wanted was to make a few extra dollars and save up for Jonathan's surgery sooner.
Jonathan went to the hospital alone every time secretly so that I could get some rest after work.
At that time, I just hated that I was incapable of alleviating Jonathan's pain instead.
Now, I felt like a clown, a buffoon to be played with by anyone.
Jonathan wouldn't let me accompany him to the hospital just because he was afraid of revealing himself.
From everyone's compliments, it wasn't hard for me to guess that Jonathan's identity was either rich or noble.
It was obviously well-heated in the private room, but I felt extremely cold, and my entire body shivered as if I had fallen into a freezing cellar.
“The girl with the mask, you're pretty blind. Why don't you hurry up and offer Mr. Davis a drink? You're such a piece of trash, and you deserve to work for someone for the rest of your life.”
After I came back to my senses from the memories, I poured the drinks for these rich guys nervously.
As I passed Jonathan, smelling his familiar scent, I was momentarily distracted and accidentally spilled my drink on him.
The woman beside him immediately got up and angrily pushed me to the ground, pointing at my nose and cursing me.
“Are you blind? Mr. Davis is wearing a shirt that is worth half your life.”
Was it worth half my life?
I braced myself in panic and wiped Jonathan's wine stains with a tissue on the side.
I was slapped brutally by the woman, who contemptuously poured wine all over my head.
“Don't you see what you look like? You're ugly and out of shape, and you're not even comparable to those whores. Are you still trying to seduce Mr. Davis?”