Chapter 5

But the moment I grabbed my phone, Everett slapped it out of my hand. She looked down at me from above.

Her high heel came down hard. The lit screen quickly went dark, and Santiago's name on the display went black along with it.

Everett smiled:

"One excuse after another, Russell. You're not deliberately stalling for time, are you?"

"I'm very busy. I don't have time to play games with you."

She stood up and walked leisurely toward the door:

"This postpartum center has no reason to stay in business anyway..."

Clinton shot me a venomous glare, then hurried after her:

"Ms. Everett, I'll process the refund right now. I'll return the money immediately."

"Please, you and Mr. Santiago, show some mercy. Don't make things hard for my small business."

Soon, the fifty thousand was refunded to Everett's account.

She lifted her chin and flashed me a triumphant smile:

"Oh no, Russell, this is Santiago's money after all. He trusts me, and I can't let him down, right?"

"Please don't blame me. If just anyone could spend Santiago's money, how exhausted would he be?"

The last thread of rationality in my mind snapped. Ignoring the pain, I lunged desperately at Everett.

My voice came out hoarse:

"Everett, you did this on purpose, didn't you!"

"I don't believe it..."

In the scuffle, I pushed hard. Everett stumbled backward.

Just then, a familiar voice rang out urgently:

"Everett!"

That shout made me freeze. Everett froze too.

But she quickly recovered, deliberately falling heavily to the ground, saying with tears in her voice:

"Russell, I only came out of kindness to check on you and the baby. Why did you push me?"

Santiago suddenly appeared, taking the fallen Everett into his arms. The look he gave me was ice-cold:

"Russell, apologize to Everett!"