Mr. David Woods, who had been silent the entire time, listened to their exchange with a darkening expression. He lowered his head in grim contemtion for a long moment before finally looking up at Sandra.


    "A fifty-fifty split is fair. Forget all this sixty-forty nonsense. If we hadn''t shown up, do you think you''d even be out of there right now?"


    "The police just said they received an anonymous tip. That tip definitely didn''te


    from you."


    Sandra had been holding out a sliver of hope for what her father might say, but in the end, it was all about the money.


    She sighed internally. "If you were the ones who called the police, you would have done it ages ago instead of dragging this out. Go on, try telling me you were the one who made the call. I''ll go straight to Lionel and see how he ''takes care'' of you then.”


    "You''ve got them thinking I only got out of that basement thanks to you. But all you are is a distant blood rtive who can cash in on my suffering. Have you even looked at my injuries?"


    Sandra held up her bruised and battered arms for them to see.


    "Do you think you''d be getting such arge settlement without these scars? I went through hell in there, and now you want to split it fifty-fifty? Fine. You insist on that, and I''ll tell Lionel I don''t want a dime ofpensation. All I want is an apology. I''m making one final offer: sixty-forty. Sixty for me, forty for you."


    At her words, Mr. David Woods mmed his hand on the table, pointing a finger at her nose as he bellowed, "Have you got dor signs in your eyes? Is that all you can think about at a time like this?"


    Mrs. Edith Woods saw the look on her daughter''s face and knew Sandra was serious.


    If they pushed her any further, Sandra might actually refuse the money entirely, and that would be a massive loss.


    After a quick calction, she jumped up and grabbed her husband''s wrist. "Fine, sixty-forty it is! You get sixty, we get forty. Happy now?"


    Her priority was to appease Sandra for now. They would be the ones negotiating the settlement with Lionel anyway, so they could just have him transfer the money directly to their ount.


    As for how much they''d give Sandra—or if they''d give her anything at all—that would be entirely up to them.


    Mr. David Woods still looked ready to argue, but he caught the sharp look his wife shot him. He let out a cold snort and stormed out.


    Before chasing after him, Mrs. Edith Woods nced back at Sandra and sighed. "Your father is busy trying to start a new business, and I''m


    l.ne


    helping him, so we don''t have. time times to look you We''ll hire a


    caregiver to help out."


    "Just don''t go telling the police we neglected you. I''ll stop by from time to time. If you need anything, just send me a message."


    She had to say it, just in case Sandra decided toin to the authorities.


    Truthfully, she had no desire to see her cold, heartless daughter again. If it weren''t


    for thepensation money, she wouldn''t have bothered showing up at all.


    The Temple Residence.


    Cherry couldn''t believe how effective the nurse she''d hired was.


    The nurse had been assigned to Sandra''s case and had overheard their entire argument while delivering something to the room. She immediately sent Cherry a message with all the details.


    Upon reading it, Cherry rushed downstairs to find Hannah and Samuel and tell them everything.


    "I had no idea they were so obsessed with money. Instead of worrying about her condition they''re. already fighting over how to split the cash money they don''t even have yet. guess the apple doesn''t fall far from the tree."