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Chapter 3: When the heart is determined, it's just selling, right?

Avila let go of her hair, his eyes dark and opaque, filled with lingering affection as he said, "It's been a long time since you called me Avila brother. Tonight, I'll move out, and you can call me one last time, hmm?"

Avila brother?

She looked away with disdainful laughter, "That person you're talking about, when he invaded my home and betrayed my father, he was already dead, crushed to pieces by a car... hmph."

He harshly pinched her chin, as if to crush her bones, "You hate me that much?"

Lara gritted her teeth, enduring the pain, staring at him and squeezing out a sentence from between her teeth, "Hate? You're not worthy!"

Avila...

There was silence for a long time.

So long that Avila didn't dare to meet her crystalline eyes, clearly black and white.

In this battle of revenge, everyone was responsible for their own actions, only she... was an innocent sacrifice.

Feeling restless and annoyed, Avila suddenly released his suppression on her, slowly stood up, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the door.

As his hand touched the doorknob, he stopped, his tall back facing her, his voice cold and clear, "Lara, even for you, my patience has its limits."

"I am determined to obtain the remaining shares, think carefully, and come to the company to find me."

The door opened and closed again.

Apart from a faint pain in her chin, he seemed as if he had never been here before.

She would rather he had never come.

That night, she couldn't sleep at all.

The next day.

Lara woke up early with dark circles under her eyes. The servant told her that Avila had left last night.

Looking at the single serving of breakfast on the table, her eyes grew warm, and she found it difficult to swallow the food choking in her throat.

After spending ten years together, even if he was truly a beast, she couldn't possibly have no feelings at all.

But whenever she thought of what he had done, she couldn't help but feel that her brother Avila was probably truly dead.

It's better if he's dead, just to be done with it.

...

The hospital.

Beep, beep, beep...

On the heart monitor, the heartbeat was calm and slow.

Looking at her father's peaceful appearance, Lara sighed and weakly slumped her shoulders.

She had just sat down for a while when the door to the ward opened.

The nurse stood at the door and waved at her.

Lara didn't suspect anything and immediately got up and walked out.

Outside the ward, she gently closed the door.

The nurse looked at her hesitantly and said, "Miss Morris..."

"Just say it if you have something to say."

"Well, the hospital just received a notice that if Miss Morris can't pay for the surgery, Mr. Morris's preoperative treatment will have to be stopped."

Lara asked calmly, "Is it a notice from the hospital, or a notice from Avila?"

The nurse looked hesitant, "Well..."

In fact, there was no difference between the two.

Lara didn't make it difficult for the nurse. "I understand, I will try to find a solution as soon as possible."

"Alright."

The nurse left.

She looked at the pouring rain outside the glass window. Emberton City had entered the rainy season, and the whole city seemed to be covered in mold.

...

The Brass Baker.

Emberton City's largest money laundering venue.

Lara stood at the door of the private room, took off the light-colored coat she was wearing, and draped it over her arm. She nervously adjusted her clothing, which revealed too much.

Even if she didn't receive any money, her father wouldn't be able to hold on if the hospital stopped his treatment.

In her downfall, this former Emberton City socialite really had no other choice but to sell herself as Avila had said.

If she had to sell herself, then so be it!

With determination, she pushed open the door and walked in.

The strong scent of smoke hit her, making her cough a few times uncontrollably.

"Lara is here!" Memphis O'Neil's eyes lit up, unable to hide his excitement and admiration. He patted the seat next to him eagerly, saying, "Come sit here!"

Memphis was a small-time operator from the O'Neil Family and the least respectable playboy among Lara's countless suitors.

But now, only these insignificant people were willing to have anything to do with her.

Lara took a deep breath and walked over.

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