Lina was still dissatisfied. She said, "90%? I can sell these easily on a second- hand tform for much more. Why would I settle for their depreciation rate?"


    "But aren''t you in desperate need of cash? Isn''t tomorrow the deadline you agreed on with Ryan? How do you n to face him if you don''t figure something out soon?"


    That shut her up immediately. I had hit her weak spot.


    If Ryan couldn''t scrape together the million-plus he owed by tomorrow, he would end up in jail. He wouldtch onto the 90 thousand Lina owed him like a lifeline. Who knew what he might do if she couldn''t pay him back?


    Finally, she stood up reluctantly. "That discount wasn''t something you negotiated for me, was it?"


    "It wasn''t."


    "Good. Because I don''t want to owe anything to someone as pathetic as you!"


    With that, she clutched her clothes tightly and stormed off.


    Felicia hurried over and helped me up from the ground, her face full of indignation. "She''s so ungrateful! You saved her life, and she doesn''t even say thank you. Instead, she insults you."


    "Let her be. As long as she doesn''t do anything reckless, that''s enough."


    If she had actually ended her life over those clothes, I would''ve carried the guilt of


    it for the rest of mine. I pulled out my phone and called the store manager, instructing her to process the return at 90% of the original price.


    "Will that work? Would it cause too much of a loss for the store?"


    The store manager chuckled. "Don''t worry, Mr. White. It''s no problem. Clothes that have only been washed once can still fetch at least 80% of their value on second- hand tforms."


    "Really? Give her 80%, then."


    I didn''t want to exploit her predicament too much.


    The store manager agreed, and the issue was resolved.


    Afterward, I took Felicia to the seafood buffet she wanted to try. Once seated, I realized that there were different pricing tiers.


    The 138-dor option only covered basic seafood like ms, small shrimp, and crabs. The 238-dor


    option included melons. For 538 et


    dors one could get lobster, and


    for 888 dors, there was a king crab.


    Without telling her, I secretly ordered two of the most expensive packages.


    When the waiter guided her to select her king crab, her eyes widened in shock.


    "This is such a great deal! Only 138 dors, and I get to eat king crab? I should''vee here ages ago!"


    The waiter forced an awkward smile without exining. I had already instructed them not to reveal the truth.


    Watching Felicia eat so happily,


    without worry or hesitation, filled me with a deep sense of satisfaction. As we enjoyed our meal, her phone suddenly rang. I nced at the screen and saw the word "Mom" shing.


    Instantly, I felt a little nervous. After all, this was my future mother-inw.


    Felicia beamed as she answered, "Mom! I''m eating right now. What about you? Have you eaten?


    "Oh, I see. Heavy rains again? They always ruin the corn harvest.


    "Mom, don''t cry. Crying won''t change anything... Don''t worry about me. I''m doing well and taking good care of myself."


    When the call ended, her eyes were brimming with tears, and soon, she began quietly sobbing.


    I quickly handed her a tissue. "Why are you crying all of a sudden? Did something happen at home?"


    Choking back her tears, she


    exined, "The heavy rains back


    home flooded our cornfields. My


    family relies on the corn harvest


    make@ living, and now we won''t


    earn a single cent. My mother is beside herself with worry."