At that moment, I lost all interest in the world. Everything I had gritted my teeth and fought for suddenly felt laughable. Jace built a billion-dollar company from scratch without relying on his family. At the same time, I am just an arrogant nobody who thought she was something.
I was going to die anyway. Why keep struggling? Just then, my phone rang. I picked it up and answered. "Sharon, don't say I never look out for you. Mrs. Hawthorne needs a guide to take her around Greenhelm Mountain and she specifically asked for you. The tip is $5000 a day."
"Manager, I'm still in the hospital."
"So, what are you waiting for? If you're fine enough to pick up the phone, you're fine enough to work. Do you know how many people would kill for this job?"
True enough. A day's tips were indeed equivalent to my month's salary. "Okay, I'll go."
After hanging up, my father grabbed my hand. "Don't go. You've been on a drip all night, your body can't take it. Sharon, it's all my fault, I'm the one who ruined you. I'll change, I promise I'll change … " He sobbed uncontrollably. His hair was streaked with gray, his youthful energy long gone.