?Chapter 1437:


    The only condition? You walk away and never show your face to me or yton ever again.”


    “Miss Fletcher…” Caitlin stared at Beth in disbelief. “I’ve told you before there’s nothing between Mr. Morgan and me. At least, not in the way you think. I swear, I’ll never see him again if that’s what you want. But I can’t take this money from you.”


    Caitlin refused to take Beth’s check.


    Not when she still owed yton money.


    If she used Beth’s money to pay him back, he would find out.


    And if that happened, he would only see her as even more pathetic.


    Caitlin could live without ever seeing yton again.


    But leaving a bad impression on him? That was unbearable.


    Other people’s opinions weighed on her more than she cared to admit.


    Beth, of course, had no idea what was going through Caitlin’s mind.


    Caitlin’s stubbornness infuriated her.


    Her tone turned razor-sharp.


    “What’s the matter? Is the sum too little? Or could it be that money isn’t what you’re after but the position of his wife instead? Do you even know your ce? To yton, you’re nothing more than a fleeting amusement.”


    Caitlin fell to her knees in front of Beth.


    This was the first time she had ever humbled herself like this.


    She knew her presence must have caused Beth tremendous pain.


    On that, she admitted her fault.


    And for that, she was willing to make amends.


    Caitlin remarked, “I’m sorry, Miss Fletcher. I really am. I regret everything, but I just can’t leave this city. I swear, I will never meet Mr. Morgan again. If you don’t believe me, I’ll even put it in writing.”


    Beth’s jaw tightened and she clenched her fists as she stared at Caitlin.


    “Do you take me for a fool? What’s the point of putting it in writing? What could I do if you went back on your word?”


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    Caitlin didn’t know how to respond.


    She could only look at Beth with pleading eyes.


    But Beth had no intention of backing down.


    Why should she?


    If she wanted to protect her happiness, she had to stand her ground.


    Beth reached out and pinched Caitlin’s chin.


    Her sharp nails dug in, pressing against Caitlin’s soft skin but not enough to break through.


    The sting was sharp, but Caitlin didn’t dare cry out.


    Beth stared at Caitlin with the cold, detached gaze one might give a corpse.


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