"Even if he doesn't lend you the money, he'll still think of you, tossing and turning at night. He won't find peace for the rest of his life."
Lisa forced a bitter smile, "But what if he never thinks of me?"
"A heartless guy like him doesn't deserve your sorrow."
Lisa hesitated for a moment. William gave her a serious look and then left the room.
Staring at the report in her hand, Lisa felt a glimmer of hope rekindle in her once-despairing heart.
For ten years, she had loved only one man, and she had never wanted to believe that she meant anything to James.
This was her last shot. If it didn't work out, she'd find a quiet place to die, reunited with her brother in death.
Summoning the last shreds of courage, Lisa left the room, report in hand.
She asked a nurse for the room number, and it was the most secluded single room at the end of the corridor.
As she raised her hand to knock on the door, she suddenly saw through the glass of the room something that stopped her in her tracks.
Olivia was leaning against the bedside, pale in complexion, but her expression was filled with happiness. James had a faint smile on his face, a gentle look that Lisa had never seen before.
They were so perfect together, even the curve of their smiles was identical.
And there she stood, swathed in thick bandages, feeling like a monster even when she made the slightest grimace.
In that instant, the courage she had painstakingly mustered evaporated, crumbling like a house of cards.
But James suddenly turned his head and happened to meet her gaze, his brows furrowing with a touch of disgust.
"James, call Lisa in."
She heard Olivia's voice from the half-opened door of the room. James then walked over and opened the door.
"I'm sorry, Lisa," Olivia's pale face made her appear even more pitiful. "If I had known you would be disfigured, I wouldn't have pushed you. I was just trying to defend myself, I never thought I would harm you..."
"I've already talked to her, and you didn’t have to say sorry. " James looked at her with a trace of tenderness in his eyes, and when he turned to Lisa, it was unvarnished disgust. "Didn't I tell you not to provoke Olivia? What are you doing here again?"
Each word was like a dull knife, cutting deep and painfully.
Lisa clutched the report in her hand, hesitating for a long time. "James, can we go outside and talk?"
"Let's talk right here. Olivia is my woman, and she has the right to be a part of my life."
Lisa forced a bitter smile and handed the report to James.
"Doctor William just told me about this, so... you..." Lisa paused, her throat tightened, and with clenched fists, she finally mustered the courage to speak, "Can you lend me another fifty thousand?"
James frowned as he examined the report, and even Olivia sat up, scrutinizing it.
She stood there, feeling like a criminal, anxiously awaiting judgment.
“Lisa, that's your fault then. "Olivia spoke first, frowning slightly." Why are you cursing yourself like this? If you want money, just ask James directly. For the sake of your past relationship, I won't let him not give you the money.”
"No... "Lisa was a bit anxious," I'm not lying, that's it..."
Before the words were finished, the report was thrown in her face by James.
"Hah! I really underestimated you. After only getting to know William for a few days, you were able to trick him into making a fake report for you. You can go abroad for treatment tomorrow, but Olivia is still lying in the hospital bed! Lisa, ain't you too greedy?"