My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1513

The woman seemed to be frustrated. She looked at Eunice and scolded, "Do you just follow whatever he wants blindly? Don't you know that he has high blood pressure and he can't just eat anything he wants? Also, don't assume that I don't know what you're up to. My father is not clearheaded. Are you trying to coax him into marrying you, so that when he dies, you would get his assets? Stop daydreaming. It's impossible. Now get out of here. This is your payment for taking care of him recently. Don't show your face in front of us ever again."

The woman flung a stack of money onto Eunice's face. Then, she left with the old man while Eunice stood at the table, motionless. She was being silently judged by the people in the restaurant as if they were watching a soap opera. Although the conversation only lasted a few minutes, it was enough for everyone to interpret what was going on.

Was she that desperate for money? Didn't Aaron just give her a lot of monetary compensation for their breakup? Why did she have to take care of an old man with dementia for money? Beside, based on their interactions just now, it was obvious that she wasn't just caregiving.

I was a little confused.

Eunice squatted on the ground in her miniskirt to pick up the money. I couldn't help grimacing at this sight and didn't know what to say. We all had to make our own decisions for ourselves. We couldn't be sure whether our choices were good or bad. Nevertheless, we still should have chosen carefully since the start.

"You're not in my shoes and vice versa. I wanted to marry Aaron so that I would not have to worry about money for the rest of my life and be led down the primrose path. Why did you have to stop me? Because you think that I was earning dirty money? Yet to Aaron, I am merely a commodity, an object that needs maintenance occasionally. In the end, I would be a collection of his commodity in the Reid family. Miss Reid, just a few disapproving words from you cut my future short."

"What kind of logic is that?" Freya interrupted with some disdain, "Since you think that you're a commodity, you should behave like one. Commodities have value. Do you know your value? Do you know how many quality checks you have to go through before you sell yourself at a high price? Do you think you're worth it? You're just a commodity without any artistic value, yet you're selling yourself like a custom- made product. Do you really think you're worth it? You're not."