Became A Queen After divorce

Hearing her words, Louisa knew her daughter had agreed, and her eyes turned red with emotion.

“Ruth, I know you’ve had a hard time these past years. Your brother has sworn to change, and I believe him.”

Ruth didn’t even glance at Ryan, only coldly replying, “I hope so.”

Her daughter’s reaction gave Louisa an indescribable feeling.

It felt as if she was about to lose this daughter.

But on second thought, that was impossible.

She would always be Ruth’s mother, and Ruth had nowhere else to go but here.

“By the way, Ruth, when do you plan to ask your friend for the money?”

To Louisa, borrowing money seemed like a simple task because she had spent her whole life borrowing money.

Ruth’s face darkened as she coldly said, “I don’t plan to ask her.”

In the hospital, Pearl’s sister had already told her that she and Pearl were from different worlds. How could people like them truly consider her a friend?

“What?”

Louisa was stunned for a long time, stammering, “Then… how do you plan to repay this debt?”

6, 000 dollars was no small amount.

She only earned 1, 500 dollars a month washing dishes at the restaurant. It would take her four months to earn 6, 000 dollars.

But the biggest problem was that they didn’t have that much time.

Raising this amount in a month was extremely difficult for their family.

Ryan’s gaze fell on his sister’s dress.

He had worked as a bartender in a bar for two years and had seen wealthy ladies wear this brand of clothing. It was said to be very expensive.

“I have an idea. Sis, why don’t you pawn that dress? It should be worth quite a bit.”

Ruth clenched her fists tightly. If there was no other way, she would have to do it.

Meanwhile, Ibrahim, who had just left the slum, didn’t leave immediately but found a place to make a phone call.

“I’ve seen her. It’s definitely the girl named Ruth you’re looking for.”

A mysterious female voice came from the phone.

“Good. What’s their family situation?”This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Father is disabled, mother works in a restaurant, and there’s a gambling-addicted brother.”

The woman snorted coldly.

“Find a way to get her mother fired and make them owe more debt. You’ll be rewarded if you succeed.”

Such a simple task was a piece of cake for Ibrahim. He happily agreed.

“Yes, I’ll get right on it.”

The other party quickly hung up.

The receiver only emitted the sound of a busy signal.

In the hospital, after the noisy lady from the Gilliam family left, the ward became quiet.

Sam finally had some peace and let out a long sigh of relief.

He really didn’t understand why men wanted girlfriends or why they got married.

Being alone proved to be more efficient and improved his quality of life.

However, when he turned his head and saw the sticky note on the lunchbox, his gaze lingered for a few seconds.

“Take good care of yourself and don’t miss me too much!”

At the end was a silly smiley face, and the handwriting was as crooked as a child’s first attempt at writing.

Just as Sam reached out to tear off the annoying sticky note, the door to the ward was pushed open from outside.

A tall, burly figure in black appeared before him.

The visitor wore a baseball cap with the brim pulled low, hiding most of his face.

“Mr. Hurst.”

Sam quickly put aside the sticky note issue and looked seriously at the man.

“What is it?”

“After Mr. Gilliam left this morning, Miss Libby and Miss Callahan sneaked into the study and stayed there for about twenty minutes before coming out.”

“They thought their actions were flawless, unaware that someone was watching them.”

If he hadn’t cleaned up their traces afterward, their little tricks would have been discovered long ago.

Twenty minutes was enough time for them to discover the secret room.

Sam guessed that Miss Libby had likely found what he had hidden there, which would soon trigger a series of reactions.

All he needed to do was watch and wait.

“Keep a close watch on Miss Libby.”

“Yes. What about that Jostrana woman?” the man in black asked in a low voice.

“She still has her uses for now. Leave her be… By the way, any news from the Cunningham family?”

According to the timeline, there should have been some movement by now.

“I’ll contact the Cunningham family soon. By the way, Mr. Hurst, what do you plan to do about Duke Austen? Are you really going to let Miss Pearl marry him?”

He asked this because he had recently seen Miss Pearl getting close to Mr. Hurst.

Thinking of Pearl brought back memories of her mischievous smile and that sticky note…

“Ignore her. Declan will handle the marriage alliance with the Crete family.”

“That cunning man won’t give up such a great opportunity easily.”

There was no need for him to worry about it.

Declan wanted to keep his wealth and status while also being reluctant to part with his precious daughter.

But one can’t have their cake and eat it too; trying to balance both would only lead to loss.

“If there’s nothing else, you should leave before arousing suspicion.”

“Yes. I’ll take my leave then. Take care of yourself, Mr. Hurst.”

The mysterious man bowed respectfully, adjusted his hat brim, and quickly left the ward.

Pearl had no idea she was already caught in a web carefully woven by Sam. She was preoccupied with figuring out why her chicken soup had failed that morning.

Before she knew it, she was at her doorstep.

Her father wasn’t home; the luxurious hall only had that flamboyantly dressed Jostrana woman.

The phonograph played loud and annoying retro symphonies.

Camilla lay on the leather sofa with her legs crossed. Her pink gauze dress flowed to the floor, revealing two slender and sexy legs. She posed seductively like Sleeping Beauty in an oil painting.

Pearl glanced at her and awkwardly turned away, feeling disdainful inside.

[What is my dad thinking? Even if he wants to find me a stepmother, he should find someone decent. This one looks so cheap.]

“Oh, it’s Miss Callahan.”

“If it weren’t for the ‘Gilliam Mansion’ sign at the door, I would have thought I walked into some high-end club.”

Comparing their home to a high-end club implied that Camilla was nothing more than a prostitute living there.

Although her behavior wasn’t much different from those selling themselves outside, she was a lady from a prestigious family and couldn’t tolerate such an insult.