Seven years ago, on that birthday.

I received a notification from the hospital early in the morning that Marla fainted on the roadside.

In a hurry, as soon as I arrived at the hospital, the doctor came over and told me that it was preliminarily diagnosed as myocardial disease before I could catch my breath.

My grandmother also died from cardiomyopathy. But how could I save Marla since she was still so young?

I stumbled to the ticket office and looked at the amount of money that needed to be paid on the screen. It happened to be the amount my mother gave me last night, which was their hard-earned pension, but they still took it out for me to buy a ring for Marla. However, there was still a lot of money needed for the late stage of this illness, and Marla's father had uremia.

When I was at a loss, someone handed a card to the toll collector and said, "Use this."

A mocking voice came from behind.

I turned around and it was Dion Lawson.

He looked at me with a half-smile and said, "Do you think you can still date our school's beauty with just this little money?"

I didn't speak and wanted to leave the checkout counter.

But he didn't want to let me go so easily. "You're so poor, so don't even think about marrying a beauty like her. Just think about it, do you have money to pay for Marla's heart surgery, or to pay for your father-in-law's kidney?"

Dion was right and poverty was my biggest mistake at this moment.

"What do you want?" I asked him.

"I won't go too far. As long as you give up on Marla, you won't have to worry about her and her father's medical expenses." Dion looked at me with a playful expression.

Come on, it really proves the saying that Hemp rope is only for bad karma people.

Dion saw me standing there in a daze, and he whispered in my ear, "You won't lose in this deal either. Since the Levin family's young lady has always liked you, you can become their son-in-law."

"Think about it carefully."

As he was about to leave, I spoke up, "Yes, I agree."

"That's a smart choice." He patted my face and turned to leave.

I collapsed on the ground, laughing suddenly, and tears came out as I laughed.

Many people cry in the hospital every day, and the passers-by were used to it.

I tightly held the money my parents gave me yesterday, mocking myself for being incapable when I even had to rely on my love rival to pay for my girlfriend's medical expenses.

I returned home in a daze and returned the money my parents gave me intact.

My mother looked at the money in surprise and asked me, "Didn't you say you were going to buy a ring for Marla? But why did you return it now?"

I looked at my mother, forced out a smile that was sadder than crying, and then told her the whole truth.

"Mom, even if I love her so much, I can't save her and her father."

After a long time, her weak voice came, "Zac, let me do this bad thing. If Marla hates someone in the future, let her hate me."

I looked at her in shock, firmly disagreed with her doing this, but she insisted on going. She even took my key, locked the front door of the house, and went to the hospital alone.

Before leaving, she also took away the couple ring between me and Marla.

When she arrived at the ward, Marla had just regained consciousness.

Mom walked over with a fierce expression and said coldly, "Marla, you are really a jinx. It's bad enough that your dad has uremia, and now you have heart problems."

"No, Auntie, my father has already received donations from some kind-hearted people for his illness. My own illness is not a big deal." she pleaded in a low voice.

Marla's eyes were filled with shock. She just woke up and knew that she had myocardial disease. But when she heard my mother, who had always treated her as her own daughter, said such words to her, tears couldn't stop flowing from her eyes.

My mother sarcastically laughed and said, "My son is destined to be rich and successful. It's because you have studied good temper, and your father doesn't seem to have much time to live, otherwise why would I agree your dating him? Now you are also a burden, aren't we all burdens in this family?'

Marla got up from the sickbed crying and knelt on the ground, saying, "Auntie, please, I won't bring trouble again to you, please..."

A hint of struggle appeared on my mother's face as she clenched her fists tightly, and then continued to put on a cold and ruthless look.

"Marla, stop daydreaming. You are just now blocking my son from getting rich, and now I even want to beg you to give my son a way out."

After saying that, my mother immediately turned around and left, but tears welled up in her eyes in that instant.

That night, Marla sneaked out of the hospital because she still didn't believe what my mother said.

The script was designed by Dion, and for Marla, these were all the details which were unnecessary.

When she pushed open the door, I was tightly embracing the Levin family's daughter and kissing passionately, filling the room with subtle and ambiguous sounds.

When I looked up, I looked at Marla with a blaming look, "What are you doing here?"

There was surprise, sadness, and disbelief on her face as she struggled to speak, "Why, Zac, this can't be true, right?"

Before I could answer, Stacy Levin, who was sitting in my arms, said with a triumphant tone, "Marla Hawk, how dare you ask? Your family has so many problems, while we're so wealthy and don't have so many issues in my family. Everyone who's wise enough knows that Zac will choose me."

"No, Zac, you are not like this." Marla still refused to believe.

I looked at this beloved girl in front of me and knew that I had to be cruel in order to save her.

So, I tried to make my gaze look fierce, "How could I not be like this? You, a jinx who only brings trouble, what if you cause problems for my parents in the future? Do I have to play an adult game with you here for you to believe completely?'

I pulled Stacy closer to me, looked at her with a superior expression and said, "For Stacy, it's different for me. Since she is the only daughter in her family, as long as I marry her, everything in the Li family will be mine."

In that moment, deep despair filled Marla's eyes.

I held Stacy's waist and walked out. Because I was afraid that if I looked at her longer, I would not be able to resist telling her that everything was fake, that it was all just a play.

But when I turned around, Marla was tightly holding onto my pants.

"Zac, I won't drag you down, and I can't be without you. Didn't you say before that we would face difficulties together?"

I interrupted her and said in a cold voice, "Marla, do you really think I would love you? If it's not because of your pretty look, I wouldn't be interested in you."

"Also, don't you feel it yourself that is there any difference between you now and a dog?"

I blurted out all the cruel words I could think of.

Marla was trembling all over.

"Marla, do you really like being my dog so much? Will you do whatever I tell you to do?"

On Marla's desperate face, it seemed that she saw the hope and instantly her eyes glittered.

But the words I said afterwards shattered all her hope.

"Kneel in front of us and lick clean Stacy's high heels that had just been dirtied."

There was a trace of stubbornness on Marla's face.

I shouted in my heart, "Please don't."

But it only lasted for a few seconds before Marla was still stubborn stubbornness, and she knelt down directly.

While I was racking my brains to figure out how to stop her from taking the next step, Marla's mother appeared.

She pulled Marla up from the ground, slapped her, and questioned her, "Marla Hawk, what are you doing?'

Marla looked guilty, quickly straightened up, and asked, "Mom, why are you here?"

Marla's mother was so angry that she couldn't catch her breath, "If I didn't come, how would I know that my daughter with my much efforts is being treated like a dog! Come now, go home with me."

She held Marla's hand, wanting to take her away.

But Marla seemed to be stuck on her feet, standing still and refusing to move.

Her mother angrily said, "If you don't come back with me, I will pretend that I never had a daughter like you."

After finishing speaking, she walked straight out, but when he reached the intersection, she was hit and killed by a fatigued truck driver.

Marla rushed out, holding her blood-covered mother, crying heartbreakingly.

And Dion appeared by her side at this moment, like a savior.

He squatted down and hugged Marla, using the gentlest voice to say, "Sorry, I'm late, Marla Hawk."