I also checked if recovery was possible. While cases of miraculous recovery existed, they were one-in-a-million at best. Methods like stimulation and massage could help, but the odds were practically zero.
Sighing, I shut my laptop. A one-in-a-million chance might as well be no chance at all.
A faint cough startled me, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Adrian?” I whispered, rushing to his room.
To my disappointment, he was still lying there, motionless and serene.
Scratching my head, I decided it must have been my imagination. There was no way he had coughed.
“Well,” I muttered to myself, “I might as well do my part. Earn the allowance, be a dutiful daughter-in-law, and live comfortably.”
Speaking of which, Abigail had just transferred $100,000 into my account. Seeing the notification lit up my face.
With this kind of money, living in the villa would be a dream come true. I could eat, drink, and enjoy life without a care in the world.
For the first time in a while, I felt truly at ease. Maybe this arrangement wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
After receiving $100,000, I was in an excellent mood. With the early evening still ahead of me, I decided to take care of some “business.”