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Andrew sat in the car, emanating a cold and reserved aura. He asked coldly, “Don’t you need money? This is a very good chance for you.”
Evita was so stunned that she didn’t react for a while. Her thoughts whirled as the realization hit her. He had no intention of making her his secret lover. Instead, he wanted her to take care of the two elderly men.
She felt utterly humiliated. Evita bit her lower lip, lost in thought. Then, she said worriedly, “But how’s being a caregiver going to get me that much cash? I need the money as soon as possible.”
“Your salary will be fifteen thousand dollars a month, but I’ll give you two hundred thousand now. You will continue to work until you earn the entire amount. Then, you are free to go. But if you mess up in any way, you must pay back the two hundred thousand in full,” Andrew explained.
When Isabella started doing charity work, Andrew had jumped on board, too. The two elderly men had no children to look after them, and they needed a caregiver to take care of them. They weren’t rolling in dough either, so Andrew wanted to help them.
Evita clenched her fists tightly. For a moment, she didn’t know what to do. If she refused this job, Andrew would probably think she was being hypocritical, passing up all that money. But if she accepted it, she would dedicate months of her life as a caregiver, working off his debt.
Evita had been spoiled since she could remember, living a life of luxury and ease. And now, she had to take care of others? Evita couldn’t wrap her head around it, nor did she have any desire to even try.
Andrew’s voice cut through her thoughts like a knife. “Didn’t you say your mother needs money for her medical bills? If you can’t even handle this, it just shows your feelings for your mom aren’t that deep.”
Evita shot back, her voice quivering, “It’s not that I refuse to do it. I’m just scared I’ll mess up. I’ve never looked after anyone in my life.”
“Then learn,” Andrew suggested. “Or are you planning to get that two hundred thousand through some schemes?” His sharp, piercing gaze made Evita feel completely exposed, as though her very dignity had been peeled away layer by layer.
Evita clenched her fists, humiliation and fury brewing in her chest. Andrew was deliberately making things harder for her.
“Fine, I’ll do it!” she spat, tears pooling in her eyes as she locked eyes with him.
Andrew didn’t respond. Without a word, he drove away.
Not long after, a stranger approached Evita. “Are you the new caregiver?”
The title itself made her insides twist in embarrassment, but what choice did she have? Reluctantly, Evita nodded.
“Follow me for training,” the person said briskly. “I’m from the Klein Group’s charity foundation, overseeing operations in this area.”
Evita gritted her teeth, forcing herself to nod as she trailed behind the person. She thought being a caregiver was just about basic chores, but it turned out she had to learn so much—cleaning toilets, sweeping floors, and making beds.
As someone who had never done housework, Evita was utterly drained after just a few hours, her vision blurring from exhaustion. Suddenly, her legs gave way beneath her, and she fainted, collapsing to the floor in a heap.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a hospital bed. A wave of wronged feelings surged within her, and frustration swelled. Turning her head, she saw her friend, Lila Burton.
“Evita, what happened?” Lila asked, her voice brimming with concern.
“Andrew treated me like dirt,” Evita said, her voice trembling as she recounted everything.
Lila blinked in shock. “But aren’t you strapped for cash? Mr. Klein found you a job, and you’ll earn two thousand, won’t you?”
She couldn’t quite understand what Andrew could have possibly done wrong to Evita.
Evita fell silent, her lips pressing into a thin line. She wanted the money, but not like this—not at the cost of her pride. Her gaze darkened as frustration bubbled beneath the surface.
“Andrew is so childish. I thought he was mature, but inside, he’s just so unbelievably immature.”
“What are you talking about?” Lila asked, confused.
“He’s tormenting me on purpose!” Evita snapped, her voice dripping with anger.
“Why would he do that?” Lila pressed, her brows furrowing.
Evita stayed quiet, certain that Andrew was doing this intentionally. It reminded her of those dramatic love stories where the man made life difficult for the woman because he was unsure of his feelings.
If she got seriously hurt or something bad happened to her, Andrew would regret it. She was sure of that.
Lila, who had been her confidante since elementary school, didn’t say anything, but her eyes reflected her understanding.
She knew exactly what Evita was thinking. Instead of arguing, Lila quietly brought her some food. As Evita ate, she kept glancing expectantly at the door.
Finally, the door creaked open. Evita’s heart leapt, her eyes lighting up—but it was just the doctor.
The doctor said, “You’re simply exhausted. There’s nothing physically wrong with you. Just make sure to pay the bill on your way out.”
As the doctor left, Evita’s shoulders slumped. Disappointment etched itself across her face.
Lila sighed deeply, unable to hold back her thoughts any longer. “Evita, I think… novels are just that—novels. Real life isn’t full of these over-the-top love stories.”
Evita’s eyes narrowed, locking onto Lila. “What are you trying to say?”
Lila took a deep breath. “Evita, Andrew doesn’t like you.” She chose to cut to the chase.
Evita’s expression flickered, but she quickly masked it with a calm facade. “It’s fine. I get it. You just don’t understand me.”
Lila hadn’t expected her to be this stubborn. Her frustration bubbled to the surface. How had Evita become like this? This wasn’t about the money—Evita wanted something much more dangerous. She wanted to be Andrew’s secret lover!
Lila couldn’t help but say, “Evita, do you remember when you used to say you wished all home-wreckers would just vanish from the earth? How did you become one of them? Andrew doesn’t like you. He likes Isabella. You’ve seen everything he’s done for her. Why are you lying to yourself? Are you really willing to sink this low just to live an easier life?”
Evita hadn’t expected Lila, her loyal shadow, to lash out like this. Every syllable stung, hitting her right where it hurt the most.
“You don’t know anything! I’m Evita—do you have any idea how many people like me? Why wouldn’t Andrew like me?” Evita burst out, her voice trembling with fury. “Oh, I get it now. You’re jealous. No one’s ever liked you, so you’re just bitter and trying to bring me down!”
“Do you seriously think I’m jealous of you?” Lila stared at Evita in disbelief, the sting of disappointment settling deep within her. “I can’t believe this. You’ve completely lost your mind!”
“I never imagined you could be this spiteful. You must be thrilled to see my family struggling. But now that Andrew’s showing interest in me, it feels unfair to you, doesn’t it?” Evita’s words hung in the air, leaving Lila stunned by how Evita viewed her.
The weight of sheer disappointment pressed down on Lila. Some people had once told her that Evita only stayed close to her to make herself look better by comparison, but Lila had brushed it off, trusting that Evita couldn’t be that shallow. Now, though, Lila couldn’t help but wonder if there was some truth to it.
“Alright then, if that’s how you feel about me, I’ll stay out of your way. I genuinely hope you find what makes you happy.” Without waiting for a response, Lila turned and walked away.
Evita’s hands shook with rage. How could this little sidekick dare to act like this? This was clearly because her family had hit a rough patch. Besides, Andrew had feelings for her. The only reason he hadn’t shown up was because he wasn’t aware of what she was going through. If he knew, he’d be here in an instant.
Evita made up her mind. Without hesitation, she shared her hospitalization story online. Thanks to her recent dramas, Evita had managed to gain a decent following on Twitter.
Many of her followers were fashion enthusiasts who admired her for being able to cooperate with Marcus. Her photo instantly caught their attention.
“Oh no, are you in the hospital? What’s wrong?”
“Is working with Marcus wearing you out so much that you ended up in the hospital? Which hospital are you at? Can I come visit you?”
“Evita must be giving it her all—her collaboration with Marcus must’ve been intense!”
People immediately assumed Evita’s hospitalization was the result of overworking.
After posting her update on Twitter, Evita switched off her phone and lay back to relax. As the night deepened, the room remained unnervingly still, with not a single soul stepping through the door.
Evita gripped her phone tightly, her mind racing. Had Andrew not noticed her post yet?
Hours ago, at a nearby restaurant, Luka and Vienna were still waiting for Elaine and Glenn while Isabella’s unease grew. Finally, after much anticipation, the couple walked in.
“Apologies, we ran into some issues on the way and got delayed,” Elaine explained.
Luka kept his expression neutral. “No problem, as long as you’re here now. Let’s start eating.” He signaled the waiter to bring out the food. While he remained composed, the slight disappointment in his eyes was unmistakable. It had been twenty years since they last met, yet Elaine seemed indifferent.
Vienna, too, felt disheartened. She’d hoped that with Isabella bridging the gap, Elaine would show a sincere effort to mend things. If she truly cared, would she have shown up almost an hour late?
Luka and Vienna had been so worried about being late that they had arrived thirty minutes early themselves.
Vienna couldn’t fool herself any longer—perhaps Elaine just wasn’t as invested in this meeting.
Elaine caught their looks and felt a sharp pang of guilt. Glenn attempted to strike up a conversation, but their responses were quite lukewarm. Isabella found herself stuck in the middle, feeling awkward and unsure. She couldn’t fault her uncle for his frustration. She would feel the same if it were her, especially on such an important day.
Still, she was baffled. Her mother had been so eager about this meeting—how could she have shown up this late?
The mood at the dinner table was nothing like the warm reunion they had imagined. Barely half an hour into the meal, Luka set his fork down.
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