They Used My Face To Catfish Rich Men, So I Took Them For Myself Chapter 03

They Used My Face To Catfish Rich Men, So I Took Them For Myself Chapter 03

I listened to what the person on the other end said, and tears started falling before I could stop them.

I hung up and rushed out without even telling my supervisor, ignoring the mess I’d left behind.

Graham followed me out and reached up to wipe my tears.

But his hand stopped in midair.

I didn’t let him pull back. I grabbed his hand, tears streaming down my face.

“Sir, do you have a car? It’s impossible to get a cab around here. Could you please drive me to St. Jude’s Medical Center?”

In the car, I couldn’t stop sobbing.

Graham kept his eyes on the road but handed me a tissue with his free hand.

“Did something happen? I might be able to help.”

I hesitated.

“We don’t even know each other. I already feel bad enough asking you to drive me.”

He glanced over.

“It’s fine. I like helping people.”

With that reassurance, I blushed and fidgeted.

“Then… could you lend me some money?”

Afraid he’d say no, I quickly added, “I’ll pay you back. I can sign a promissory note.”

My mom had been receiving long-term treatment since last year and needed long-term chemotherapy in the hospital.

The hospital had just given me an ultimatum—if I didn’t pay the bill today, they’d discharge her.

I saw Graham frown and lowered my gaze.

Thanks to the comments, I knew Jessica had been using my exact backstory with him: a dead father, a sick mother, and a destitute me.

She’d bled him dry by playing the victim.

Same face. Same story.

If Graham still couldn’t connect the dots, he was hopeless.

His voice came out a little hoarse.

“Are you sure you’ve never heard the username CY before?”

I tilted my head, pretending to think.

“Never heard of it… but it does sound familiar. Like someone mentioned it before.”

He didn’t say another word until we reached the hospital.

At the billing desk, he paid my mother’s medical bills on the spot, ensuring we wouldn’t get kicked out for at least three months.

With his help, my mom was even moved to a private hospital room.

Watching her sleep peacefully, I finally let out a breath.

I sent a fifteen-dollar Starbucks e-gift card to the number that had called me earlier.

Exposing Jessica to Graham had been secondary today.

Now that I had a moment, I checked the comments.

[What is this side chick doing? She’s throwing everything into chaos for our heroine.]

[Graham stopped replying to Jessica, and now she’s blaming the heroine for coming up with that stupid plan.]

[The heroine has never been treated like this before—she must be so pissed!]