Chapter 3


    “I do!” Elisa knew there must be a conspiracy behind this marriage, and Suelen was definitely hiding


    something. However, she had no better choice at the moment, so she agreed without any


    hesitation. “Since you’re willing, that’s great.” Surprisingly, Elisa agreed so quickly, Suelen and


    Olivia exchanged a joyful nce. Suelen took out a check from her bag and handed it to Elisa. “I’m


    much more generous than your father. Here’s two hundred thousand dors. I’ll give you another


    three hundred thousand after your wedding.” “Deal.” Elisa took the check and turned around,


    striding out of the office. She had achieved her goal for today, and she didn’t care who gave her the


    money as long as it could immediately save her mother’s life. “Mom, I’m so happy. I don’t have to


    marry that vegetative man! And from now on no one dares to take my Yan brother away from me.”


    As Elisa’s figure disappeared from sight, Olivia clung to Suelen’s arm and coquettishly said. “Silly


    girl, even if she doesn’t marry, she doesn’t have the qualifications topete with you. Remember,


    you are the only daughter of the Barson family!” “As for Elisa, marrying a man in a vegetative state,


    her life is ruined. Let’s wait and see the show.” “”””””””””” “Elisa! Look at Twitter!” Just as Elisa had


    finished tending to her wounds at home, she received a message from a friend. Curiously, she


    opened Twitter and discovered that the top trending news at the moment was: “Barson Group


    CEO’s illegitimate daughteres to im her father, and Mrs. Barson pays a huge check to settle


    the dispute,” the apanying picture was of Suelen handing her the check. Elisa felt a wave of


    irony as she read thements below. “Oh My God, the Barson Group CEO always seemed so


    loving towards his wife. Who would have thought he would do something like this and even let his


    illegitimate daughter show up!” “The Barson family always appears as a happy family of three at


    various charity events and donation sites. Mr. Barson is undoubtedly a kind”hearted entrepreneur.


    This incident must be a setup by the gold digger in the photo!” “It’s obvious she’s here for the


    money. This woman must have deliberately approached Mr. Barson for money! We must not let her


    seed!” Countless insults followed. Elisa clenched her fingers. She could easily guess who was


    behind this, but until she received the remaining 300,000 dors, she had to endure it. Taking care


    of her mother’s illness was the most important thing at the moment. Elisa entered her mother’s


    ward, there was another patient in this ward before, but he just got discharged, so now only her


    mom is left. Feeling angry about the Twitter incident. Elisa took a deep breath and sat by her


    mother’s side as usual, ready to sing to her mother. The doctor encouraged her to sing regrly


    because she had a beautiful voice. Her singing was moving, as if it could touch souls and hearts.


    Sometimes, her mother would have a slight reaction when she heard her singing. So, Elisa


    developed the habit of singing to her mother every day. As usual, Elisa opened her phone and


    prepared to record the song she sang today to upload it to YouTube. She was also a blogger with


    tens of thousands of followers. After finishing setting up her phone, Elisa began to sing “My Heart


    Will Go On”. This was her favorite song, and only when she sang it could she feel a moment of


    tranquility. Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you, That is how I know you go on Far across


    the distance And spaces between us You havee to show you go on … Elisa’s voice became


    choked up. The lyrics were exactly what she wanted to express to her mother. “Mom, when will you


    wake up?” After finishing the song, Elisa wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and


    uploaded the audio to her YouTube ount. Then shey down next to her mother and fell into a


    sleepy daze. …………………. Meanwhile, in a private luxury nursing romm, the instruments on both


    sides of the hospital bed were emitting a rhythmic ticking sound. There was a slender man lying on


    the single bed, he had curly blonde hair, thick eyebrows, and long eyshes. Despite his tightly


    closed eyes, his former charm could still be discerned from the contours of his face and his


    features. Hisplexion was unusually pale, and he was peacefully asleep, with even his breathing


    barely audible. Next to his ear, therey a vibrant phone with the YouTube subscription list


    disyed on the screen. At that moment, a new video was being refreshed. The video page


    showcased an adorable microphone icon, and after a few seconds of buffering, it automatically


    began ying. A sweet and pure voice resonated, smooth and captivating. Even without any


    musical apaniment, it managed to evoke emotions and strike a chord with the listeners. At that


    moment, she was singing the theme song from Titanic. Love can touch us once Andst for a


    lifetime And never let go until we’re gone ….. Charles had just stepped out of the bathroom and was


    about to retrieve his phone, which he had left beside Mr. Fischer, when suddenly he heard the


    computer in the observation room emit a series of beeping rms. Raising his gaze, he noticed theText property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    data line on the instrument fluctuating dramatically. Startled, Charles quicklyprehended what


    was transpiring and immediately sprinted towards the door. “Doctor! Doctor! Mr. Fischer is awake!”