He Drew $9 For Our Wedding. Another Man Offered a Million Chapter 04

He Drew $9 For Our Wedding. Another Man Offered a Million Chapter 04

I looked back.

The store manager was bowing to him.

“Mr. Sterling.”

“Get out of my way.”

I tried to shake his hand off.

Blair leaned against the doorframe, “Finn, this is like a test for the heart.”

“One touch and you see everything.”

She flicked her hair—her diamond ring caught the light.

Same style as mine.

I didn’t have time for this. I needed to get back.

I threw something at Blair.

Finn let go immediately.

I slipped through the gap—but his guards surrounded me.

I screamed, “Get out of my way!”

Blair smiled, “Didn’t you say your dad had heart disease?”

“You were begging for money before—now you’re not even worried?”

His men pushed me back into the store.

Finn looked down at me from above, “I already checked with the hospital.”

“Your father is fine. As punishment, you’ll stay here.”

Something snapped in my head.

I pounded on the locked glass door, “Finn, open the door!”

“My father is waiting for the money! I’m begging you!”

He stared at me with disgust, “Lena, I don’t know what’s true and what’s a lie anymore.”

“I’m starting to think even your parents were hired to scam me.”

“You think my sincerity means nothing to you?”

All I could think about was my dying father.

I gave in.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Sterling. I shouldn’t have been with you.”

“I shouldn’t have defamed your friend. I should’ve stayed the clown you wanted me to be.”

“Please let me go.”

He only got angrier.

He slammed the glass door and left.

Blair gave me a cruel smile,

“I drew a stick today—it said your father’s funeral will only cost 9.9.”

Cold shot through me, “Why are you doing this to me?”

She sneered, “Because trash belongs in the gutter.”

“You don’t get to reach for the moon!”

Dark fell. The glass was covered in my blood.

My fingernails were torn off.

When I finally got to the hospital, my mother was wiping my father’s face.

I forced a smile, “Mom, did the surgery go well?”

My mother looked at me—tears streaming, lips trembling.

I fell to my knees.

—

Three days later, Finn and Blair returned to the jewelry store.

All they saw was broken glass and dried blood.

I was gone.

Blair wrapped her arm around his, “Finn, don’t go soft this time.”

“I drew the wedding—we’ll do it at the 100 level.”

That was when his assistant called,

“There was a mistake at the hospital. Ms. Vance’s father did have a heart attack.”

“He died three days ago—because they couldn’t pay the bill.”