My dad was a laborer. When I was born, he got into an accident in a machine. When he was pulled out, only his hands were intact. When my mom heard the news, she jumped off the building due to depression before her postpartum period was over.
As an orphan, I was entrusted to the village chief. I always thought Damien and his family were kind-hearted people who didn’t expect anything in return. But after nearly dying, I realized they were only doing it for the exorbitant compensation money in my hands.
Damien glared at me threateningly. “Eugenia, won’t you even listen to me?”
“No.”
I shook my head and suppressed the hatred in my heart. I then agreed with him.
“We should indeed wait for Jessica, guys.”
Seeing that I changed sides at the last moment, my friends were unhappy.
“Eugenia, have you lost your mind? Even if he is your husband, you can't be so unclear about the situation!”
“If an earthquake really happens later and something goes wrong, can you afford the consequences?”
The reproaches of our friends made Damien roll his eyes in annoyance. He glanced around at everyone and said coldly, “We're all friends. So why are you rushing off when something happens?”