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Lila had always held onto those memories, never forgetting Rosalyn’s kindness. Before things soured between her and Evita, she often found time to visit Rosalyn despite her packed schedule.
Recently, she’d been swamped with work, barely finding time to breathe, let alone visit, and now Rosalyn was calling. Was it possible that Rosalyn had learned about her falling-out with Evita?
A twinge of nervousness crept into Lila’s chest. Should she come clean about everything?
Before she could dwell on it, Rosalyn’s frail voice broke through her thoughts.
“Lila, could you lend me some money? I can’t seem to reach Evita.”
The request caught Lila off guard, but she didn’t falter. Without hesitation, she asked, “How much do you need, Mrs. Gordon?” Her brow arched slightly.
Was Evita still asleep at this hour?
Rosalyn didn’t sound well at all. But hadn’t the doctor mentioned during her last visit that they were actively treating her?
Rosalyn hesitated, pausing for a couple of seconds before speaking with difficulty. “I need two hundred thousand. It’s not a small amount. Lila, you don’t have to…”
Rosalyn was well aware of Lila’s family struggles and the fact that she had only recently broken into the elite circle of top models.
She had to pay a mortgage, manage work expenses, and support her family.
Under the tight reins of her agency, Lila’s seemingly glamorous status as a top model was weighed down by countless burdens. Lila had managed to save a little, but two hundred thousand was still a stretch, even for her.
As she considered borrowing the money, Lila remained calm, not letting the pressure show. In that moment, nothing was more important to her than ensuring Rosalyn received the treatment she needed.
“Mrs. Gordon, I’ll figure it out. Give me a moment, and I’ll transfer the money over to you.”
“Thank you, Lila.”
Rosalyn’s voice was heavy with gratitude and relief.
“I’ll make sure Evita transfers some back to you as soon as she calls me back. She mentioned last time that she’s working at Klein Group.”
The mention of Evita’s job made Lila pause.
Rosalyn clearly didn’t know that Evita was no longer with Klein Group.
Lila didn’t elaborate, replying only with a soft “alright.” After offering a few parting reassurances, she hung up and immediately began messaging her colleagues to borrow money. Two hundred thousand was no small sum, and though she’d pooled together most of it, she still found herself short by tens of thousands.
Her modeling contract was nearing its end, and she had no intention of renewing it.
Once her contract ended, she would take the runway at Timeless Elegance’s prestigious fashion show.
With Marcus’s powerful reputation behind the show, she was confident she could seize the opportunity and thrive, just as Isabella had predicted.
After she sent out a flurry of messages to her colleagues, her thoughts drifted to Evita.
Was Evita unwell? Why couldn’t Rosalyn reach her?
Uneasy, Lila decided she would head home after work to check on her.
Meanwhile, at the hospital, Rosalyn ended the call and turned to the nurse beside her. “I’ve secured the money for my treatment. It should arrive soon.”
The nurse, who had overheard bits of her conversation with Lila, nodded and said, “Once it arrives, we can continue with the treatment.”
“Thank you.”
Rosalyn felt a bit more at ease thanks to Lila’s generosity.
Filled with gratitude, Rosalyn was eager to reach out to Evita again — partly to check on her daughter’s well-being and partly to let her know that the medical expenses had been taken care of. She dialed the familiar number, but to her surprise, the ringtone sounded from the entrance of the ward.
Her gaze followed the sound, and there stood Evita, pulling out her phone as she walked toward her.
“Evita!” Rosalyn’s face lit up at the unexpected sight of her daughter. “Lila’s agreed to help cover the medical expenses. Did you get my messages? Why didn’t you reply and just show up instead?”
Seeing her daughter stirred a mix of emotions in Rosalyn. Evita met her mother’s warm and tender gaze, her fingers clutching her handbag tightly.
“I was caught up earlier, Mom. There’s no need for Lila to help. I’ve got the money, and I’ll handle the bills shortly.”
Evita settled beside Rosalyn, her movements slow as she opened her handbag.
“I was sorting through the boxes you took from our old house today, and this slipped out. It looked important, so I brought it over.”
Evita handed the envelope to Rosalyn.
Rosalyn took the envelope, her brow furrowing in confusion. “This fell out from my boxes?”
Evita nodded, her lashes lowering briefly. “Yes, Mom. Do you want to open it? It seems like it could be something important.”
The boxes Evita mentioned were filled with keepsakes and mementos that Rosalyn had received from her family when she married Evita’s father.
Rosalyn, unaware of any underlying tension, unfolded the envelope.
Rosalyn carefully unfolded the envelope under Evita’s watchful gaze.
A handful of checks spilled out, fluttering into view.
At the same time, nestled between Rosalyn’s fingers, gleamed a ruby ring.
The checks were worthless, and Rosalyn barely spared them a glance, her focus drawn irresistibly to the ruby ring.
The Gordon family had been neck-deep in legal turmoil, facing severe scrutiny and monumental penalties.
Their properties were mortgaged to the bone, their valuables liquidated—so how had this exquisite ring found its way into the envelope, and now, into Rosalyn’s possession?
“Mom, do you recognize this ring?” Evita’s voice broke the silence, tinged with uncertainty.
Rosalyn shook her head slowly. Surely, such a stunning piece, with its flawless ruby, would have burned itself into her memory if she had seen it before.
Evita leaned closer, her tone more casual now. “It looks like it’s meant for your finger, though. See? The band even has intricate patterns.”
Rosalyn couldn’t piece together the puzzle, but the moment her eyes landed on the ring, a strange, unshakable unease crept over her. This strange unease drove her to hide the ring without a second thought.
She told Evita, “Evita, I don’t know what’s going on with this ring either, but we should keep it for now. If we ever run into trouble, we can sell it.”
Hearing her mother’s words, Evita pressed her lips tightly together, committing her mother’s image firmly to memory. She stood up and said, “Alright, I’ll do as you say, Mom. I’ll go take care of the medical bills now.”
Once alone, Rosalyn looked at the ring again before putting it back in the envelope with the checks and tucking it away at the bottom of the drawer.
Sitting on the bed, she prepared to contact Lila to let her know the money wouldn’t be needed. This time, Rosalyn made a video call.
When the call connected, Lila seemed ready to be reminded about the payment, but Rosalyn smiled and said, “No need to worry, Lila. Evita’s here, and she’s now…”
“That’s good. I haven’t visited recently, but it looks like you’ve lost weight. Make sure to eat and rest, alright?”
“I will,” Rosalyn replied with a faint smile.
With some free time, Lila stayed on the call, chatting with Rosalyn.
While chatting with her, Lila took a moment to reply to colleagues who had seen her messages, thanking them for their support and letting them know the issue had been resolved.
After sending her replies, Lila paused, reflecting on Rosalyn’s mention of Evita handling the medical expenses.
Twenty thousand dollars—if Evita had access to that kind of money, why had she needed to stay at her place?
Curiosity gnawed at her, and she split her phone screen to check the surveillance footage at home to see how Evita had been doing.
Just then, Lila heard Rosalyn let out a sudden, startled cry, her voice trembling as though something had frightened her.