I walked inside and placed the urn on the table, under the bewildered gaze of everyone.
"If you are willing to transfer the 20,000 dollars to me, Mom won't die."
After saying that, I turned around and left.
But I was blocked by Ryan's friends.
"Riley, you really love money, don't you? You think you're smart, huh? Haha, just $20,000? That's just you using the sickness as an excuse to line your own pockets!"
Rachel had already returned to her seat and was eating a mango.
She was eating it elegantly, holding a fork in one hand and looking at me.
"Yes, I remember Ryan's mother was very healthy."
Rachel called out, and Ryan immediately went over to her like a lap dog.
"Eh~"
He had a flattering expression, which made me feel sick to my stomach and made me feel uncomfortable.
"Since she wants the money so badly, give her some. Don't make your wife suffer, after all, you haven't divorced yet."
Ryan immediately nodded and pulled out several thousand dollars from his bag, throwing it into my lap.
"Is that enough?"
It had always been difficult for me to ask him for money.
Every single time.
Rachel's words were like a command to him.
I was now penniless, so there was no reason for me to refuse.