Chapter 102


    At that moment, Fiona was smoothing her clothes. As soon as she was about to enter the club with her


    husband and daughter, J stopped her.


    “Since you can afford to have fun in such a high-end club, I’m sure you must have the money to pay


    me back as well.” J’s loud voice caught everyone’s attention.


    The smile on Fiona’s face dropped in an instant. She quickly strutted toward J and said, “What a


    coincidence, J! What are you doing here? What nonsense are you saying? How can a grown


    daughter still ask her parents for money?”


    J frowned. She hated Fiona’s hypocrisy, so her voice grew a decibel louder.


    “Oh, cut the crap and give me my money. What? Are you trying to deny it? If that’s the case, I will tell


    everyone the truth about how this marriage is a hoax.”


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    Bernie and Fiona attached great importance to their reputation. The truth would tear their facade and


    reveal their true faces. It would be a huge blow on their image.


    “All right, J. That’s enough. Let’s stop arguing. Some people have returned the money they owed


    us. How about I give you one hundred thousand first?” Bernie looked around and saw the people


    watching him. He wanted to deal with J as soon as possible and return to his business.


    He took out a bank card from his pocket and ced it on J’s palm. “There is one hundred thousand


    in this card. I’ll send the pin number to youter.”


    J silently took the card. Bernie was better than Fiona. He was at least an honest man.


    Ever since J was a child, her adoptive father had been neutral toward her. He neither cared for her


    nor tortured her in any way. He didn’t hate J as much as Fiona and Jocelyn did. But he was too


    weak that he listened to the two women’s every word, and never bothered to stop them when they


    bullied J.


    J looked at the card and nodded. “Okay.”


    “Well, you better leave now. I will give you the rest of the money soon.” Bernie smiled apologetically.


    The one hundred thousand was more than all the money they had given J before. J looked at


    Fiona and saw that she was appalled by what her husband had done. She sensed that getting more


    money today was impossible, so she finally left.


    Fiona’s eyes zed with rage as she watched J leave. “Are you crazy?” she growled, pinching her


    husband’s arm. “The wires havee loose in your head! One hundred thousand? Are you kidding


    me? Why did you give her so much money?”


    Bernie sighed and tried to persuade her, “What’s the matter with you? You promised to give J


    money before. One hundred thousand is far from enough.”


    Fiona was burning with anger. Her husband’s words infuriated her. “That’s not true.” She leered. “J


    is our adopted daughter. We adopted her when she was little. We have fed her and supported her all


    these years. Marrying Ethan would be her way of repaying us for everything we have done for her. How


    could she demand money from us? You’re too kindhearted.”


    “Yes, Dad. Why did you give that bitch money? You have no idea how badly she bullied me at the


    banquetst time!” Jocelyn gnashed her teeth as she saw J’s receding figure.


    Looking at the indignant mother and daughter in front of him, Bernie shook his head and walked into


    the club without saying anything.


    Fiona followed him inside. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.


    She felt she had to end this. Otherwise, J would continue to ask her for money.


    Fiona nced at her phone. Just then, an idea urred to her. She pursed her lips and dialed a


    number.


    “Good evening, doctor. I’m Fiona Lind. Is there a patient named Hannah Stone in your hospital who


    needs a liver transnt? Yes, that’s her name. As we talked before, doctor, your promotion is kind of in


    my hands. Now I’m in trouble, and I need your help. Could you do me a favor?”


    Momentster, Fiona hung up the phone and took a sip of the ck tea. Her red nail polish dazzled


    under the lights.


    “Mom, why are you grinning happily?” Jocelyn quickly descended the stairs and stood beside her


    mother, eyeing her with curiosity.


    A faint smile stretched across Fiona’s lips. “Well, good news. I have connections with a few people in


    the hospital. I secretly asked someone to give the suitable liver they had allocated for Hannah to


    someone else. Let’s see how long the old woman can hold on.”


    Jocelyn was putting on lipstick, looking at herself in the mirror. “That’s great, Mom. That old bat should


    have died a long time ago. She has been relying on our money to survive. She is already in her


    eighties. It’s time for her to die.”