The caregiver handed over a stack of money.
Ye Lu felt a tightness in her breath and her face turned even paler.
Staring at that stack of money, her heart ached, filled with a sense of insulted anger.
"So, Third Young Master Jun is willing to give me money. He used to refuse paying me, but now he has learned to do so." Ye Lu felt her heart aching even more.
This hurt more than being asked to leave directly, it felt like she had been slapped by the money.
She had taken care of him day and night these past few days, even waited outside the operation room overnight until she fainted. Can all this dedication be measured by money?
What did he think of her devoted care? She felt not only sadness but also deep humiliation in her heart.
She didn't really expect anything in return, knowing that it was impossible for them to be together, but he shouldn't insult her this way.
