Chapter 11:
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After accepting the prescription, Adela suddenly remembered her mother's heart condition, which was even more complicated than Mrs. Jones' asthma.
She hesitantly asked, gambling on the chance: "Do you know about heart disease? Can it be cured?"
Jonathan chuckled: "Saying 'heart disease' is quite vague. In medical terms, it's called heart failure, the final stage of heart disease. According to conventional Western medicine, it essentially cannot be cured. The only solutions are expensive medication to suppress the symptoms or a heart transplant. However, not just in our country but even abroad, heart transplants are not common. Aside from the huge cost, the success rate is low, not to mention the compatibility issue. But if other treatment methods are used, there's a chance for a cure. However, doctors who truly understand this disease are few and far between. You can only hope to encounter one but cannot demand or request!"
Jonathan's eloquent explanation left Adela with a sense of understanding and, thus, loss: "So you mean in the late stage of heart failure... there's no hope?"
Jonathan chuckled: "No, the idea that you can only meet but not force is that if you haven't found a doctor who can cure that disease, no amount of searching will make a difference. But now, that doctor is standing right before you. Isn't that your mother? I can cure her!"
Adela froze momentarily, then broke into ecstatic jubilation: "Can you treat my mother?"
Previous doctors had already given up on her mother's case.
Jonathan nodded vigorously.
"Hold on, how do you know I was asking for my mother? How do you know me?"
Suddenly, Adela noticed something peculiar.
Jonathan's smile gradually faded, and his voice became more serious: "I'm Jonathan Wang."
"I am Jonathan Wang."
Adela's face darkened so instantly that it was noticeable. Her expression was a complicated mix of bitterness and resentment.
The name "Jonathan Wang" had appeared countless times in her six-year-long nightmare!!
"It's you!!!"
She used to be a Lofty Lady, but everything was destroyed by this man, Jonathan!
She was mocked by people, banished by her family, and despised by her relatives!
She and her mother have been living meekly in this cold city, like two homeless dogs, for six years.
At this moment, Adela's eyes were bloodshot, filled with fury.
"It's me." Jonathan admitted.
You can't escape some things, and he knew he had to face them.
Back then, he violated her while trying to save her. Although he had hurt her, it was also the truth.
Smack!
"Go away! Get away from me, as far as possible, and never appear before me again! My mother doesn't need your help! Go away..."
Adela slapped him with a force that seemed to have come from the sky, and she screamed in sheer anguish.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as though she was venting all the resentment and fury accumulated over the past six years.
Jonathan remained silent.
He had anticipated this reaction.
After a moment's consideration, he quietly left.
She needed peace.
As Jonathan's figure disappeared, Adela collapsed in tears. The sound of her sobbing was heartbreaking.
Ring ring ring.
Her phone rang.
Adela answered the phone, and a menacing voice came from the other end: "Adela, meet me at the A&Y bar tonight!"
"Joe, please give me a few days. I will pay you back in full!"
Dominic Joe's voice was highly intimidating: "How will you pay me back now that you are only worth a little? Adela, I lent you the money just to sleep with you. Follow me obediently, and we'll consider the debt settled. If not, let's see what I will do to your mother!"
"...."
Dominic Joe hung up before Adela could respond.
...
The streetlights had just come on.
A&Y Bar.
Dominic Joe, a notorious loan shark, was drinking with his henchmen in a private room.
"Boss, what if Adela doesn't show up?"
Dominic Joe's sinister face broke into a cold smile: "The thing Adela cares about the most is her mother. She'll come!"
"Ha ha ha, then the boss will enjoy beauty tonight!"
"Boss, Adela is stunning. After you're done, could you let me..."
Dominic Joe cast a salacious gaze: "Ha ha, rest assured, after I've had the meat, you guys can at least sip on the soup!"
"Boss, a toast to you!"
The underlings all displayed lascivious smiles. The thought of Adela elicited a delicious anticipation, indeed a treasure!
Bang bang!
At that moment, the door swung open.
Jonathan, dressed in a blue vest, strolled in with a composed demeanor.
Dominic Joe's crowd fell silent.
Dominic lowered his glass, his face darkened: "Buddy, are you in the wrong room?"
"If you don't want to ruin my good mood, get out!"
"Is this guy blind? Can't he see the room number?"
The underlings started to hurl insults.
But to everyone's surprise, Jonathan, unaffected by their words, took a seat and casually crossed his legs.
"Dominic Joe?"
"You looking for me?".
Dominic's face became guarded. This guy wasn’t lost; he was here for him.
"Adela owes you two million USD in high-interest loans?" Jonathan inquired coldly.
Dominic understood. His smile returned.
He arrogantly stated: "Kid, are you stepping in for Adela? But if you know who I am, you should know you shouldn't do this! Money isn't the issue; I want to sleep with Adela! I advise you, there are people you shouldn't offend!"
"Are you sure about that?" Jonathan asked his eyes icy cold.
"Damm it, get him!"
Seeing this, Dominic Joe knew it was time for action.
He sprung to his feet, calling his underlings to attack.
"Bang!"
Jonathan swiftly stood, landing a kick into Dominic Joe’s stomach. The sudden force knocked him back onto the couch, screaming in pain.
He then swiftly moved towards the approaching underlings.
All four underlings in the room were dealt with in a short time.
Jonathan leaned in close to Dominic, his eyes icy cold: "Now what?"
The fact that one man could easily handle many caused Dominic Joe to panic: "I’ll tell you this, this is Stephen Richard’s A&Y bar. If you mess around here, you're dead meat!"
Jonathan sneered: "All this commotion in the room, and nobody cares, aren't you observant?"
Dominic Joe turned pale.
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