Goodbye You Never Loved Me novel (Martha and Stefan) novel Chapter 167

Half an hour later, Martha rushed to the racino.
There were stormy and lengthy cheers.
She slightly frowned, raised her hand and a waiter came over, "Take me to Rhys' chamber."
The attendant looked her up and down, nodded, and led her to the chamber which Rhys had reserved.
Rhys was leaning back on the sofa, looking in the direction of the race course with a wicked smile, when Martha entered.
Martha walked over, stood in front of him, and cut to the chase.
"Is that test report real?"
Rhys gave her a meaningful look with a smile, "Miss Doyle, you are right on time."
Martha frowned slightly. She knew that she made it on time and he would talk to her.
At that moment, the final round of horse racing began. The cheers from the outfield got more intense after the starting gun was fired.
Rhys got up and walked toward her, then put his hands around her waist just as Martha was about to add something.
She subconsciously reached out and tried to break free from him, but then she found she could barely move.
Then she followed Rhys to the glass-made window of the chamber with her eyes straight on the race course.
In a short moment, horses with number tags on them stormed into the course at a gunshot.
The audience at the outfield were all excited, cheering on the horses they had chosen.
Rhys looked at the race course casually, and asked Martha in his arms, "Guess who's gonna win?"
She bit her lips in displeasure. Then she stared at him in an anxious way who was in front of her with a frown on her face.
She was not here to talk about this with him.
Her hands, hanging at her sides, clenched. She bit her red lips without answering.
She was sure that he did that intentionally to hold her up.
She knew clearly that he would not get down to business with her if she annoyed him.
She forced herself to regain composure and to keep an eye on what was going on the course.
Number two was the fastest one and was a lot faster than the second one, number four.
If nothing else happened, number two would be the winner.
Martha answered impatiently in a businesslike tone, "Number two."
Hearing this expected answer, Rhys laughed even more wildly.
"Why?"
Martha took a deep breath, and said, "Number two is a lot faster now. And there are only thirty seconds left. There's no way others horses could outrun it. So, number two will be the winner."
Hearing what Martha just said, Rhys shook his head with a smile and said in a low and husky voice, "Let's make a bet. I say number four."
Martha didn't say anything.
She was not in the mood for this. But then she thought about that test report. If that was real, then Jimmy got a chance to live.
So she would agree to anything Rhys asked now as long as he didn't cross the line.
But things on the race course didn't go as Martha had expected in the following ten seconds.
In the last few seconds, number two, which was way ahead of the rest, got left behind while number four turned the tide and became the winner.
People were cheering with increasing excitement as the last round finished.
Number four was the final winner. Some people were happy and satisfied, but some were not. After all, people who had bet on number two lost all their money.
Rhys turned around and looked deep into her eyes.
He then said with a faint smile on his thin lips, "Sometimes you don't get to win even if you get off to a good start."
Martha's face darkened when she heard this.
She got his point. He was comparing himself to Stefan just like number four and number two.
"You mean Stefan is the number two and you are the number four."
"Smart girl! You get exactly what I'm about to say."
Rhys looked at her a bit aggressively with an even bigger smile on his face.
The look in Martha's eyes changed as she got a bad feeling.
But, she still had some doubts.
"When did you do the matching test with Jimmy?"
Could it be possible that the test report was fake?
She had doubts, but she would prefer that report to be real.
Seeing the doubtful look on her face, Rhys lighted a cigar casually with a chuckle.
"I'm not gonna lie to you. And as I said, I can save your kid."
He did say that, but at that point, Martha didn't realize that he meant that he could be the donor...
"I don't have to lie to you."
Rhys' assuring words got into her head and her eyelashes fluttered slightly.
It was true that there was no need for him to lie to her.
In that case, they didn't have to beat around the bush. Now she only wanted Rhys to say what he wanted as soon as possible.
"What shall I do to get you to save my kid?"