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Hours passed. Victor and Christie went to get medicine for Mrs. Goodwin, leaving Janet alone in the waiting area, staring into nothingness. She sat stiffly, her mind spinning with fear and confusion.

Finally, her eyes dropped to the phone in her hand.

Her fingers curled around it tightly.

“I need to borrow money again from Alexander. That’s the only way I can save mom’s life, she muttered under her breath as she stood up, her body going rigid with tension.

“But this time… this time I won’t repeat that mistake. Last time I signed a contract to stand beside him at parties in exchange for the money. But this time I’ll just ask Alexander to lend me the money. I’ll pay him back. I’ll take a loan, not a contract. Yes… that’s perfect. I won’t let him tie me into anything

She nodded to herself, convincing her heart to calm down, and immediately pulled up Alexander’s number. She dialled.

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The call was declined.

Her heart jumped.

She dialed again.

Declined.

Again.

Declined.

After the fourth rejection, her eyebrows pulled together tightly, panic rising in her chest.

“Why is this happening…?” she whispered shakily. “He never avoided my calls before. Why is he not answering now? Why are my calls not getting through?”

She tried again and again, but every time, the call was immediately declined. Not even a ring.

“What the hell is happening? Why is he not picking up?” she burst out in a panicked, angry voice.

Without thinking, she jumped to her feet, stormed out of the hospital, and walked straight outside. She waved her hand desperately at the first cab she saw.

When the driver rolled down the window, she leaned toward him with urgency.

“Please drive to the Empire Realty Group office,” she said breathlessly.

The driver nodded, and Janet quickly got in, her hands shaking as she clutched her phone, her heart pounding.

Almost an hour later, the car stopped in front of Alexander’s company. Janet threw some money at the driver without waiting for the change, stepped out, and rushed straight inside. Her steps were fast, almost frantic, as she headed directly toward the CEO’s office.

Reaching the glass entrance, she pulled out her old ID card, swiped it against the machine, and—

BEEP.

A loud red light flashed.

She froze for a second, eyes widening. She tried again.

BEEP.

Again.

Again.

Again.