"Early April, a constant drizzle during the Qingming Festival.
Amelia Foster stood in the hospital corridor, gazing sadly at the gloomy sky as a throbbing pain pulsed at her temples.
Such gloomy weather was apt for mourning, burning paper money, or crying at graveyards—just like her current mood.
Her father's kidneys were failing, and although a kidney source had been found, it had been intercepted by someone else a day before the operation.
As an employee of the hospital, she did not expect any special treatment for her father, but at least fairness.
She couldn't swallow it and went to the dean to dispute. However, the dean, with a profound look, warned her: the other party is someone you cannot afford to offend, so stop making a fuss and do not ask again.
The dean is known for protecting his subordinates, so if he said it this way, it means the other party is someone the dean himself wouldn't dare to offend.
She was not one to act recklessly, but her father's illness could not be delayed. Missing this opportunity could potentially cost his life.
A vibration buzzed from her pocket. She withdrew her gaze and answered the ringing phone, "Sis, did you find out who it is?"
The person on the other end was her stepsister, Anna Foster, a rapidly rising superstar with extensive connections.
"I found out."
She pressed on her throbbing temples and squinted, "Who is it?"
"Daniel Cooper."
Upon hearing these three words, Amelia Foster's face turned pale, and she froze in place.
Her first thought was, how much does he hate her to avenge her with such a matter concerning her father's life?
Her second thought was, why should he hate her?
It was clearly him who betrayed her first.
The thorn buried deep in her heart was as painful as piercing the heart whenever stirred. She closed her eyes, trying to sound as calm as possible, "Can you ask your friend to negotiate with him? As long as he agrees, we can offer more money... "
"Amelia," Anna interrupted her, "Daniel Cooper said, he doesn't need money."
Amelia Foster felt a chill in her heart, "Then what does he want?"
"He wants me to accompany him to... dinner tonight."
"..." Scoundrel!
He wouldn't even leave the people around her alone.
She opened her eyes and found out her voice was shaking slightly, "You don't have to worry about this, I'll go talk to him."
The moment she heard that name, her heart turned cold. The disputes and grudges were between her and Daniel Cooper, there was no need to involve innocent people.
Anna hesitated before asking, "Can you… handle it?"
Of course, she was no match for Daniel Cooper in terms of cunning and scheming. Otherwise, she wouldn't have ended up so miserably in the first place, but it was clear that he was targeting her.
Even for her father's sake, she must swallow her pride.
After hanging up the phone, Amelia Foster stood in the corridor for a while before finally unblocking his number from her blocked numbers list.
However, every time she tried to call, it went straight to voicemail.
Had he also blocked her?
Then, she would have to wait by his front door then. Since he was playing dirty, she wouldn't mind confronting him directly either.
Distracted and umbrella-less, she stood in the rain for several hours. As it grew dark, a black sedan slowly stopped at the gates of the villa.
She recognized the license plate and immediately rushed over, standing in front of the car, staring coldly at the man in the backseat through the window.
After a while, the car door opened, and a pair of long legs stepped out.
The streetlights at the entrance were bright, and she stared at the man through the drizzling rain.
Three years had passed, and he had not changed at all.
Still so handsome, still so high and mighty, those remote icy eyes exuded an intimidating aura.
Not until the man stepped before her did she notice her fingers were trembling slightly."