I Refuse to Divorce novel (Zoe and Mason) novel Chapter 14

Zoe was good-looking and she played the violin very well. The person in charge paid her three hundred dollars for each show. He would ask her to play for three or four shows every day if business was good. That resulted in her playing violin for six hours a day. Calluses and blisters formed on her fingers from it.

It was a hard life and she was occupied all the time, but she had never regretted her actions. She never gave a call to Mason, nor did he call her. From time to time, she would read news about him attending banquets and acquiring other companies.

He looked stunning and arrogant in these events. She used to accompany him to such events in the past, her heart leaping from glancing at his dashing looks. Be that as it may, all she felt now was distant and strange.

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It was evening. Zoe sat quietly on the top floor of the hospital. A can of iced Coke stood next to her. She rarely used to drink sodas because it was not exactly healthy, but she would drink one from time to time now.

Cecil, tall and clad in a white coat, came over and stood by Zoe’s side, watching the sunset with her. Zoe turned around as the last trace of light vanished from the sky and saw Cecil. She rose immediately and said hurriedly, “Greetings, Dr. Cecil.”

He looked at her, his eyes full of nostalgia and warmth. Zoe was a little unsettled. Then, Cecil cast his glance at the far side of the sky and said softly, “You called me by my name when we were young, Zoe. You loved sleeping in the tent in the summer. My mom always gave you shaved ice. She misses you.”

Zoe was startled for a long time before she finally recalled and muttered, “Cecil…”

She felt a twinge of sadness as her mind was cast back to the time when she was just a child who was pampered and loved by her family, without a care in the world.

Now that they had met each other again, everything had changed drastically. Cecil tilted his head and looked at her quietly. Then, he took out a bank card from his pocket, “There's two million dollars on this. The password is the date of your birthday. That should be enough to cover your father’s medical fee.”

Zoe refused to take it. “I can make my own money. I mean it.”

He looked at her hand which was all bandaged up. It was no longer tender like it used to be. His throat tightened a little, “There’s no reason you have to make it hard for yourself, Zoe.” Then, he treated her wounds with some salves.