Her Tears Are His Weakness novel Chapter 3

When Layla announced in the locker room that she was treating everyone to supper, her colleagues cheered excitedly.

"Layla, you're so generous! Did you meet a big shot?"

"With Layla's charm, wouldn't it be effortless for her to impress someone influential?"

"Thank you, Layla!"

Everyone cheered and hurried to change clothes, joyfully discussing which upscale restaurant they should go to. No one noticed Samantha in the corner or how she was feeling.

Soon, after everyone had left the locker room, Layla finally noticed Samantha in the corner. She walked over and tenderly caressed Samantha's cold face and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Samantha glanced upward, her eyes falling on Layla's beautiful and charming face.

Layla was a close friend Samantha had made at the club. As a newcomer, Samantha had felt lost, and the others seemed indifferent to her struggles. However, Layla had been the only one willing to lend a helping hand.

"I accidentally misplaced a bottle of alcohol yesterday," Samantha admitted. "Because of that, over 8,000 dollars were deducted from my salary this month. Now, I don't have enough to pay for my tuition."

"It's just money. I'll lend it to you," Layla replied.

"But…" She bit her lip, feeling embarrassed at the thought of having to borrow money.

Layla offered a warm smile. "Don't worry about it. I've already transferred the money to you. Pay it back whenever you can. It's not a big deal. Please don't cry. It hurts me to see you sad."

Samantha stared at the notification of receiving 20 thousand dollars on her phone screen, biting her lip to hold back her tears. She had never expected anyone to help her in her lowest moment, yet Layla's remarkable kindness had shown her otherwise.

"Thank you, Layla!" she exclaimed. "I promise to repay you as soon as I earn the money."

"Samantha, what happened to your neck?" Layla frowned. "Why is there a red mark?"

She quickly covered her neck. "I… must've gotten a mosquito bite."

Layla couldn't help but grumble. "That mosquito is so fierce. Let's go eat something delicious later."

"I'm tired. I just want to go home and rest. Is that alright?"

"Of course. Stay safe."

"I will."

After gathering her belongings, Layla said goodbye to Samantha and left elegantly.

Samantha returned to her seat, gathered her things, and got ready to leave. As she approached the club's entrance, she unexpectedly ran into her adoptive father, Matthew Newton.

Matthew was there for a business meeting, smiling as he tried to impress a big shot. However, it appeared he was being turned down.

Samantha averted her gaze, attempting to ignore the situation entirely, and chose a lengthy detour to sneak past them unnoticed. However, before she could escape, Matthew spotted her. She lowered her head further, avoiding eye contact.

"Samantha?" he called, his face twisting in anger. "What's going on? Are you working here? Have you no shame? It's so disgraceful!"

She quickly shook her head to clarify. "No, I only came here to work as a waitress. I didn't do anything else… I…"

She stopped mid-sentence, unable to continue. Remembering the events of last night, she felt guilty and couldn't find the words to explain herself.

Matthew sneered. "Are you so guilty you can't continue? You stole Lily's necklace at home and acted disgracefully outside. We're lucky to have kicked you out of the Newton family. Otherwise, you'd embarrass us all!"