Chapter 8

Chapter-8

After they left, my dad said angrily, "Clara, don't tell anyone about Liam's cancer. Don't bother with him. He made his own bed; he'll have to lie in it."

I hummed in agreement, stubbornly deleting the health report from my phone.

But secretly, I planned to wait a few days, let things cool down, and then tell him, or at least inform the health center to contact him. I figured that was the extent of my goodwill.

A few days later, before I had a chance to reveal Liam's cancer diagnosis, he and his mother showed up again. This time, they didn't bring a crowd of relatives for intimidation. Instead, they brought a bespectacled, scholarly-looking man.

I didn't open the door. I frowned at the video doorbell. "What do you want now?"

The man with glasses stepped in front of the camera and cleared his throat. "Hello, Ms. Davis. My name is Sterling. I'm the attorney Mr. Hayes has retained. We're here today to request repayment for the expenses incurred during your relationship. We have a detailed list. Please open the door so we can discuss this civilly. If you refuse, we'll have no choice but to take legal action."

Liam nodded too. "Clara, you're going to die anyway. I invested that money in my future wife. Since you won't be my wife, I need it back."

Brenda laughed. "Yes! Instead of giving that money to you for your illness, it'd be better for my son to use it for his mortgage! I'm telling you, if you don't return it, I'll sue you, and you'll die in prison!"

Lunatics! They were truly lunatics.

Fine!

Let's tally it all up. Just don't come crying to me afterward.

I didn't open the door. Instead, I spoke into the intercom. "Then you'll have to wait. I'm also getting my lawyer. You can come in once my lawyer arrives."

Brenda scoffed. "You should save what little money you have for your cancer treatment, not for a lawyer!"

But I said no more after that. The three of them had no choice but to wait in the hallway for half an hour, sweating profusely from the heat.

It wasn't until I called my parents' company's legal team, and six senior attorneys arrived in full force, that I finally allowed Liam and his companions inside.

Chapter 8

Chapter-8

After they left, my dad said angrily, "Clara, don't tell anyone about Liam's cancer. Don't bother with him. He made his own bed; he'll have to lie in it."

I hummed in agreement, stubbornly deleting the health report from my phone.

But secretly, I planned to wait a few days, let things cool down, and then tell him, or at least inform the health center to contact him. I figured that was the extent of my goodwill.

I didn't open the door. I frowned at the video doorbell. "What do you want now?"

Liam nodded too. "Clara, you're going to die anyway. I invested that money in my future wife. Since you won't be my wife, I need it back."

Lunatics! They were truly lunatics.

Fine!

Let's tally it all up. Just don't come crying to me afterward.

I didn't open the door. Instead, I spoke into the intercom. "Then you'll have to wait. I'm also getting my lawyer. You can come in once my lawyer arrives."

Brenda scoffed. "You should save what little money you have for your cancer treatment, not for a lawyer!"

But I said no more after that. The three of them had no choice but to wait in the hallway for half an hour, sweating profusely from the heat.

It wasn't until I called my parents' company's legal team, and six senior attorneys arrived in full force, that I finally allowed Liam and his companions inside.