"If you want to say I hate Donald, then fine, go ahead. My daughter just won''t do it," Delh said, gripping her daughter''s hand tightly without even ncing at her.


    "Do you really need Dad to die before you''re happy?" Kitty mmed the table, sarcasm dripping from her voice.


    Delhughed in frustration, "Don''t act so righteous. Even the top hospital in the city can''t help Donald. What gives you the right to guilt-trip me and my daughter?"


    Saving Donald wouldn''t earn us any praise, and if it didn''t work out, all the me would likely fall on my daughter.


    Delh knew her siblings too well-always selfish and greedy.


    "Because the Cunningham family blood runs through your veins, and your daughter once imed she was eighty percent sure she could cure Donald!" Kitty''s eyes were sharp as she looked at Mirabe. "If you can save Donald, why won''t you? He''s your grandfather, a living, breathing person!"


    Hearing this, Delh frowned, about to speak coldly, "I said, my daughter..."


    Mirabe nodded casually, cutting her off, "You''re right, there''s still a chance for Donald."


    Delh turned to her daughter, bewildered, "Mira, what nonsense are you talking?"


    Mirabe blinked innocently, then withdrew her hand and patted her mother''s hand, "I''m not against lending a hand."


    Kitty''s face twisted into a sneer, "Alright, name your price."


    Was their whole aim just to see how much the Cunninghams were worth? Looking for money?


    "Is a million enough, or should I throw in another?" Kitty, skipping the small talk, gestured for Jules to grab the purse hanging by the coat rack. She pulled out a checkbook and quickly scribbled down some numbers.


    After tearing off the check, she tossed it onto thezy Susan, spinning it towards Mirabe with a mockingugh, "Two million? That should keep your ''poor'' family going for years."


    At this, As, standing behind Mirabe, couldn''t help but nce at Kitty.


    His eyes said it all: Who is this fool?


    Throwing money at the Davis family? Must be the joke of the year.


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow, eyeing the numbers on the check with a soft sigh, then looked sideways at Delh, "Delh, your daughter just got hit with a check. What do you think? Two million? Surely enough for our ''poor'' family to live on for many years."


    Delh''s cheeks twitched, "..."


    Was this little rascal reminding her of when she was tricked into thinking they were broke?


    Rubbing her temples, as someone who''d been ''hit'' by checks before, Delh expertly crumpled the check and tossed it back at Kitty, "Two million? That''s not even enough for a small toy for my daughter. You should be ashamed."


    Mirabe quietly watched Delh''s disy of wealth, thinking, well, that''s quite the show.


    Kitty nearly got hit in the face; the paper ballnded on her arm. Her face soured, "What are you ying at?"


    Delh smiled, "Can''t help it. We''re not short on money."


    Kitty fumed silently, unable to get a word out, just ring at Delh.


    Meanwhile, Austin, who''d been quiet all along, fixed his gaze on Mirabe, "What''s your condition?"