Chapter 3

I hadn't expected that Rachel would, because of Zachary's words, follow the trail and learn about Zachary's visit to my mom.

The next day, she also went to my house.

When Rachel arrived, my mom was doing some handicraft work.

Rachel smiled at my mom, "Hello, Mrs. White. You remember Zachary Thompson, right? I'm Zachary's wife."

"Hello, please have a seat," my mom said after a moment's hesitation, not showing any hostility despite what had happened with Zachary.

"Mrs. White, my name is Rachel Young. I was also Lily's classmate," Rachel said.

"I haven't seen Lily in a long time. Could I possibly see her today?"

My mom's hands froze. She shook her head.

"Rachel, I'm afraid Lily isn't available to see you anymore."

Rachel covered her mouth lightly, speaking as if unintentionally, "How could she not be available?"

"Don't tell me Lily is really doing some disreputable work?"

My mom's hands stopped moving, her expression changing.

"Rachel, you were Lily's classmate. You should know what kind of person she was."

Rachel stood up with a light laugh, looking down at my mom.

"Mrs. White, your precious daughter took a sum of money from me five years ago. Later, I asked her to leave Zachary."

"But now, your daughter has somehow managed to make Zachary keep looking for her."

"Tell me, who should I hold responsible for this?"

My heart skipped a beat as I remembered something.

In the fifth year of my relationship with Zachary, Rachel somehow learned that Zachary was from a wealthy family. She cornered me on my way home.

"You've done well, but now I'm interested in Zachary again. You can get lost," she said, still smiling beautifully, her voice gentle, but her actions contrasted sharply with her tone.

She held a knife to my face, forcing me to look at her.

I swallowed hard.

"No, I have feelings for him now. I'll try to pay back the money you gave me back then."

She laughed softly, signaling the group of men behind her to come and strip my clothes.

As I struggled and resisted, she said:

"It doesn't matter if you're unwilling. I'll go tell him that you only got together with him for my money."

"Guess whether he'd want to stay with a gold-digger like you who's about to die?"

I immediately deflated, returning home in a daze.

When I got back, I broke up with Zachary. He thought I was just in a bad mood and tried to comfort me as usual.

I turned away, trying hard not to let him see my tears about to fall, and said harshly:

"I'm done playing now. You can get lost."

"Someone else is pursuing me now, saying he can give me a good life."

Zachary was silent for a long time, seemingly trying to discern the truth in my words.

"Lily, I can give you a good life too..." he said finally.

Fighting the pain in my heart, I mocked him:

"No matter how capable you are, you can't compare to those rich kids, even if you work hard for ten or twenty years."

"Zachary, I've had enough of being poor with you these past few years. Stop disgusting me."

The light in Zachary's eyes went out, filled with tears. He moved out that day, leaving the basement we had called home.

Later, my illness worsened, and I could only hear about him from others.

I heard that Zachary had returned to his family and become the young master of the Thompson family. I was genuinely happy for him.

Then I heard that Zachary had developed leukemia. I cried on my hospital bed when I heard the news.

That day, I searched online for a long time and found out that Zachary's illness could be cured with a bone marrow transplant.

"He's just about to start living a good life, how can he die like this?" I thought.

So I donated my bone marrow to him.

I hoped he could live well on my behalf.