Keith was stunned by Le’s consecutive remarks and couldn’t find words to respond. After a while, his voice trembled as he asked, “Where is your mom hospitalized?”


    Le replied calmly, “Yort City, she hasn’t left.”


    After a pause, she added, “It’s not that she doesn’t want to leave, it’s that those creditors won’t let her. They’re afraid that if she and I both leave, there will be no one left to pay the debts.”


    Le’s demeanor remained indifferent as she spoke, neither angry nor mocking. But the moreposed she appeared, the more anxious Keith felt. Le hated him, that was Keith’s first thought. While he was living afortable life in S City, she and her mother were struggling in Yort City. He thought he was having a hard time, but what they were going through was thousands of times harder.


    After a long while, Keith took a deep breath and said, “I’ll find a chance to go back and see her.”


    Le responded with a simple “Okay” and continued, “If possible, discuss with your current wife and take over the debts you owe. I’ve already paid off most of it, there’s only a small portion left.”


    Mentioning the debts, Keith clenched his jaw tightly and remained silent.


    Le continued, “Even if this debt is considered joint debt between spouses, my mother has already fulfilled her part. It’s time for you to take responsibility for the rest.”


    Keith replied hoarsely, “I know.”


    As Keith finished speaking, his face visibly darkened. At that moment, there was a knock on the door.


    Keith, who had been avoiding creditors for years, became extremely nervous at the slightest sound.


    Le nced at him and then stood up from the sofa. “It should be my friends,” she said.


    At this hour, she guessed it was Shirley and Samuel.


    Opening the door, Le was momentarily stunned by the sight of Mason standing outside. He didn’t look at her, but instead cast a cold gaze directly at Keith, asking, “Gotpany?”


    The phrase “gotpany” from Mason made Keith tense up instantly, feeling inexplicably ashamed.


    Le leaned against the door frame, not denying it. “Yeah,” she replied.


    Mason withdrew his gaze from Keith and looked down at Le. “Need to talk to you, is that okay?”


    Le bit her lip slightly, about to suggest talkingter, but then heard Mason say, “About your mom’s surgery, just a few minutes.”


    Concerning Dasha’s surgery, Le couldn’t afford to dy for even a moment.


    Le stepped aside to let Mason in, casually asking, “Water or coffee?”


    Mason stepped inside. “Water will do,”


    He took a seat without sparing a nce at Keith. Despite not looking at him, Keith still felt a strong sense of oppression emanating from Mason.


    After a while, Le handed Mason a bottle of mineral water.


    “Have you been in touch with Dr. Hans recently? How’s your mom’s health?”


    Le replied truthfully, “I contacted him a couple of days ago. He said my mom’s condition has been stable.”


    Mason nodded. “Good to hear. Once this acquisition project goes through, I’ll have the finance department transfer yourmission.”


    Le felt grateful. “Thank you, Mr. Ramirez.”


    Normally,missions like this are distributed with quarterly bonuses. Mason was clearly giving her preferential treatment in this matter. Le’s subtle reaction didn’t escape Mason’s notice, and for some reason, it made him feel ufortable. He irritably adjusted his shirt cor and was about to say something else when Keith, sitting beside him, suddenly spoke up. “Le, there’s still something at the hospital. I’lle back another day.”


    “Okay.”


    With that, Le stood up to see Keith out.


    As they reached the door, Le spoke in a cool tone, audible only to them, “I’ll be leaving S City in the next two days. There’s no need for you toe again.”


    Keith looked embarrassed. “Le.”


    “I hope you’ll consider what I just said. My mom is having surgery, and money is tight for me,” Le continued softly, ignoring Keith’s plea.


    Keith’s face flushed with embarrassment, and he clenched his fists at his side. “I understand,” he muttered.


    As Keith turned to leave, Le watched his aged figure and murmured, “Dad.”


    Keith paused mid-step, his shoulders trembling involuntarily.


    Le continued, “I wish you happiness.”


    With that, before Keith could turn around, Le retreated into the room and closed the door behind her.


    As the door closed, Le leaned against it and took a deep breath.


    The next moment, she felt her waist being hugged from behind. Mason’s chin rested on her shoulder as he spoke in a low voice, “Your dad?”


    Le didn’t answer or move.


    Mason straightened up, released his hold on her waist, turned her around, and pulled her into his arms.


    Sensing her resistance, Mason ced a firm hand on the back of her neck, pressing her face against his chest. “It’s okay to cry in front of me,” he said firmly.


    Le remained silent at Mason’s words.


    After a while, her face buried in his chest moved slightly, and she asked in a muffled voice, “Mason, after all these years of hardship in The Ramirez Family, have you ever med your mom?”


    Mason chuckled softly, “Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?”


    Le said, “The truth.”


    Mason chuckled lightly, his hand on the back of Le’s neck gently squeezing as he spoke in a lowered voice, “Yes, I med her, especially in the year my brother died. My resentment towards her had escted to the point of hatred. I couldn’t understand how her attraction to love could be so strong that she abandoned two young sons.”


    Le’s hand clenched tightly onto his shirt, and she cried silently, hot tears wetting his chest through his shirt.


    Mason lowered his head to kiss her forehead and said hoarsely, “Le, why don’t you be with me?”Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    Le shrank back, her grip on his shirt tightening even more.


    Furrowing his brows, Mason, for the first time in twenty-eight years, felt what it was like to be heartbroken.


    Outside the hotel, as soon as Keith stepped out, two men in ck suits forcibly shoved him into a business car.


    At first, Keith thought they were the debtors he owed, and he sat in the car, trembling, not daring to breathe.


    Later, a man in sunsses sitting in the passenger seat turned to look at him, “Mr. Patel, hello, I’m Ryan.”


    Keith looked at him awkwardly, running through all the debtors he owed in his mind but couldn’t remember him.


    Ryan, in his early twenties with a neat crew cut, wearing a ck short-sleeved shirt with a skull emblem on the chest, chuckled, “You don’t need to think. I’m not one of your old creditors.”


    Keith’s tense nerves rxed slightly at Ryan’s words. “Then who are you? How do you know me?”


    Ryan said, “Have you heard of The Ramirez Group?”


    Keith nodded cautiously, “Yes.”


    Ryan continued, “And Mason, have you heard of him? I’m one of his subordinates.”


    Keith said, “I have no connection with Mr. Ramirez.”


    Ryan nodded, “I know you have no connection with Mr. Ramirez, but your daughter does. She’s currently the project manager in our The Ramirez Group.”


    Keith looked puzzled.


    Ryan pulled out a nk check from his pocket and handed it to him. “Go contact your old creditors in Yort City, find out how much you owe, and clear your debts.”


    Looking at the check in Ryan’s hand, Keith dared not ept it. “Why are you helping me?”


    Ryan shook the check in his hand and raised an eyebrow sarcastically, “How can you say we’re helping you?”


    Keith blushed, then thought of something and blurted out, “What’s the rtionship between Mr. Ramirez and Le?”


    Ryan smirked, “You’re asking me?”


    Keith’s face turned pale as he thought about what Le had just said about clearing most of the debts. His mind was filled with the dirty deeds of this circle.


    As Ryan finished speaking and saw Keith’s silence, he spoke again, “The amount on this check is only for the debts you owe in Yort City. You are not allowed to fill in even one more penny.”


    Seeing the disdain in Ryan’s eyes only confirmed Keith’s suspicions. Keith’s face turned red with anger and embarrassment, and he growled, “Is Le having an affair with Mr. Ramirez?!”