Eason flung away her hand, and sneered with a contemptuous grin, "Youre nothing compared with Malvina."
Cynthias heart sank at this.
It suddenly occurred to her Malvina was his love, to whom he was willing to give the most precious thing in the world.
And she, while as his wife, was nothing but a filthy scum in his eyes, and he certainly wouldnt give her a cent.
She realized she had been wrong—she was wrong about the Shinn familys affection for her, and the unfeelingness of the man before her.
In desperation, Cynthia decided she had to turn to Grandpa Chinn.
Grandma Chinn was her last hope, and the last person shed turn to for money.
Easons parents died while he was young, and it was Grandma Chinn who brought him up. As a result, she was the most revered and looked upon by Eason.
By coincidence, Cynthia lent Grandma Chinn a helping hand once, which made her well disposed toward Cynthia and recommended her to work at Chinn Corp.
But after what happened between Eason and her, Grandma Chinn seemed to have changed her opinion of Cynthia. Although she didnt show her revulsion as Eason did, unlike before, she kept distance from Cynthia.
And Cynthia knew once she told Grandma Chinn she wanted money from her, the remaining little affection between she and Grandma Chinn would soon evaporate.
The pains in her heart grew more and more violent; she felt on the verge of death.
But she couldnt die— not before she got the money.
The amiability on Grandma Chinns face, which she often had when she looked at Cynthia, was gone and replaced by a suggestion of disappointment. "I know you set Eason up, Cinda, but I insisted that he must marry you. Do you know why?"
Through a mist of tears, Cynthia gazed at Grandma Chinn, her heart, as well as her face, filled with grief.
Grandma Chinn signed, "Part of me felt sorry for your disease and wanted to do something for you, and somehow, part of me thought you truly loved Eason. But at the end of the day, all you want is but money."
"No, no, grandma…" Cynthia kept shaking her head, and, grabbing her chest, she choked, "Its not me; I didnt set him up; trust me, grandma. I really love him. Its just… I really need the money. Please, grandma, just give me one million. My foster mother, she…"
The unbearable pang from her chest which shed been resisting eventually deprived her of her consciousness.
She had a dream in a coma.
In her dream, she was seven years old. She saved a boy covered with blood and tried her best to drag him behind a rubbish bin to hide him, and she stepped out to distract the pursuing bad guys.
But when she returned to the rubbish bin, the boy was gone.
She lost her sisters school ID card during the incident.
Back at home, she told her mother and sister about it, only to be reproached and get a sound beating.
Waking up, Cynthia was still in a daze, wondering if the dream really happened before, and the boys feeble voice was echoing in her ear—Ill come back for you.
Bang!
All of a sudden, the door of the ward was yanked open.
She looked toward the door, and saw Eason darting toward her with a furious look.