After my family abandoned me—I sold my emotions for 800,000 Chapter 13
On the day I married Lucien, Graham drank
all night long.
His alcoholism worsened drastically, and he
was rushed to the hospital by ambulance
multiple times.
His frustration curdled into resentment, and
Ashworth Group began targeting the Thornton family.
My father’s company went bankrupt as a
result.
My mother cried every day, her face
constantly streaked with tears.
My older brother got into a car crash while
running around to borrow money from
various contacts, and was confined to a
wheelchair for the rest of his life.
When Lucien told me all this news, I showed
no reaction on my face.
After cutting all ties with my past, none of
this had anything to do with me anymore.
“Hazel?”
Lucien called my name.
I snapped out of my daze, “What is it,
hubby?”
“I said the client I’m meeting today is a
gorgeous woman. If we drink too late, I
might not come home tonight.”
I said, “Okay.”
He got annoyed, “Okay?”
It suddenly hit me that Lucien had
transferred half of the company’s shares to
me last month. It was time for me to put on a
jealous act.
So I turned to face him, eyes glistening with
tears, and said, “If I said no, would you skip
the meeting?”
Lucien broke into a grin.
He pulled me into his arms and cooed, “I
can’t miss this meeting, but I promise I’ll be home before eight!”
He even started checking in with me
regularly.
Lucien:[“Look, the gorgeous woman! But
she’s my 60–year–old aunt!“]
1:[“… Send my regards to your aunt.“]
I closed my phone and walked out of the
office.
A couple stood on the street corner, holding
two freshly bought milkshakes.
It was a completely ordinary scene, but I stared at them a little longer than I should
have.
For some reason, they looked familiar.
The boy from the couple walked straight
toward me.
“Hello, Ms. Thornton.”
I:[“You are…?“]
He pulled on a baseball cap.
I recognized him instantly.
I glanced at his girlfriend standing next to
him.
Wasn’t that the same girl he had been
questioning back then?
Oh for crying out loud, they were shills the
whole time!
I flew into a rage, “Scam! This is a scam!”
The guy in the baseball cap waved
dismissively and handed me a business card.
Jasper Quinn was printed on it.
The con artist Jasper coaxed, “How is this a
scam? I paid you, didn’t I?”
“What do you want from me now? I have no
more feelings left for you to buy.”
“This time I’m not buying, I’m selling,” the
smooth–talking Jasper said, “Since you’re
living such a happy life now, would you
consider buying back the normal human emotions you once sold me?”
