Once the demolition money came in, it might have been enough to save Stella’s life and help her fully recover.
In my eyes, that demolition money was a gift from heaven—a lifesaving fortune.
Even if it all got spent, as long as Stella could get better, I was willing.
Money could be earned again, but once a person was gone, there was nothing left.
I had lost my parents when I was little and I didn’t want to lose the woman who treated me like her own child.
Stella hugged me and comforted me with a smile, then looked at Mike. “Stop talking about divorce all the time. A good woman like Zerra is hard to find even with a lantern. Apologize to her.”
“I was planning to divorce her after you died, but I can’t wait anymore. She disgusts me.” Mike glanced at me. “A fake saint like her will ruin the family sooner or later. Stop pretending to cry and just sign the divorce papers.”
“Mike, have I spoiled you too much?” Stella glared at him. “Do you really want me to die without peace?”