"I can lend it to you, but you need to tell me what’s going on?" This is Eleanor’s best friend, and he had no reason to ignore her plight. Gloria said nothing, quietly sat down on the sofa, her hands on her knees, squeezing them repeatedly. It was clear she was very nervous. "I’m sick and need a lot of money. I don’t want Eleanor and Samantha to know, they’ll worry about me. As for Julian, he’s my love, and I certainly don’t want to ask him for money. Our relationship is already very bad, and if I stretch out my hand for money, he’ll just despise me more." These days, she deeply felt Julian’s disregard for her. That person must detest her, she thought every time, feeling as if another knife had stabbed her heart, her eyes reddening. Gloria’s eyes instantly reddened. When she first learned of the illness, she nearly broke down, but soon after, she found peace. Perhaps it was Heaven’s punishment for her because she had taken away Julian’s happiness, forcing him to torture each other alongside her. After saying those three words, she closed her eyes faintly, her mouth curling in a sarcastic smile. This is what she deserves. The doctor had informed her that she had already missed the best time for a bone marrow transplant. Now, the success rate is low, but without transplantation, there was certain death. Previously, she had some expectations for her life; Julian was like her light, always filling her with hope. But now, that ray of light had completely disappeared. She suddenly felt there was no need for the bone marrow transplant; in these remaining three months, she would rather spend them watching him. Moreover, the Sullivan family probably wouldn’t bone marrow for her; she was just a woman nobody loves. Hugo’s pupils contracted sharply upon hearing those three words, immediately transferring five million into her account. A bone marrow transplant costs less than a million, plus the pre-treatment and post-treatment; this money would be more than enough. This person absolutely can’t have any trouble; otherwise, Eleanor would be heartbroken. Gloria had already seen the message notification, and solemnly stood up and bowed towards Hugo. "Thank you. Please keep this secret for me; I don’t want anyone to know." Hugo nodded, he could understand Gloria. "I will arrange the bone marrow transplant surgery for you as soon as possible." He said seriously, only to see Gloria shake her head. "It’s not necessary, the doctor said that the best time for transplant has already passed, and the surgical transplant might fail. I won’t do the bone marrow transplant; just regular chemotherapy will do." One session of chemotherapy and myelosuppression would cost fifty thousand. Over the long term, she didn’t have enough money, so she gathered the courage to borrow money from Hugo. "Gloria, if you die, Eleanor will be very sad, and Samantha will be sad too." Not doing the bone marrow transplant surgery, this person was practically reckless. Yet Gloria was very firm. "No need, Hugo. Thank you, but I probably won’t spend that much money." She lowered her head and returned three million. "Same thing, I hope you keep my secret." Hugo watched her walk to the door, feeling only a heavy heart. Actually, he knew the news these days; Julian was getting close with someone in the entertainment industry, rumors were rampant that he had a change of heart, and people were even speculating that his marriage to Gloria wasn’t voluntary, and all his recent actions were just to retaliate against his new bride. If Gloria dies, that man would live in self-blame forever. After Gloria left, Hugo couldn’t help himself and made a call to Julian. An answer came from a woman on the other end. "Hello, Julian is taking a bath; you can call back later." Hugo frowned as he hung up the phone. This person was becoming more and more reckless. If he had no feelings for Gloria at all, why would he agree to such a ridiculous request? He just couldn’t see his own heart clearly. After hanging up, Hugo reached out and rubbed his brow. The woman, seeing the hung-up phone, curved her lips slightly and turned to see Julian standing at the door. She hurriedly put down the phone, a smile rising on her face. "You finished your bath. Let me keep you company tonight?" The woman was the popular actress Julian had been getting cozy with lately. But facing the woman’s embrace, Julian showed little interest. He’d just brought her to the hotel to let those paparazzi take pictures. Recent news was all about his alleged affair, and he didn’t know why he was doing this. But staying outside was better than facing Gloria’s face back home. He wasn’t sure when things started to change subtly between him and Gloria. They’d had relations numerous times. Gloria was clean, willing to fully try to please him. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 But he didn’t like Gloria’s cautiousness, nor her subservience. When they first met, she wasn’t like that. At that time, Gloria was so lively, her eyes prettier than stars in the sky. So when she broke his cup, he wasn’t angry at all. But now, wherever he was, Gloria would become shrunken and cautious, as if he were a beast that would eat people. He was saddened by their change. Did she love him, was this her way of loving someone? He liked her initial boldness and innocence, but truly, once she was close, all that courage and innocence disappeared. He often wondered if he had destroyed Gloria Galloway. "Just go ahead, I’m not used to sleeping with other women." He said calmly, turning to dry his hair. The woman’s eyes flashed with reluctance; she’d really liked Julian for many years, had noticed him when he first debuted. To catch his attention, she kept improving herself and finally became a top actress. But Julian had never seriously glanced at her. "Julian, I don’t believe you like your wife. Before this, I’d never heard of you liking anyone, you don’t have to suppress yourself." She tried to hug him, but Julian pushed her away. "I don’t like women who can’t take a hint." Julian’s voice was cold, his mouth curling in a sarcastic smile, his eyes seemingly seeing through her. Her steps faltered, then she turned and left. Hearing the door close, Julian’s face showed no change whatsoever as he picked up his phone, scrolled to the call log, and saw that Hugo had called earlier. He immediately dialed a number back.