Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 99

Rebecca was shocked by the situation in his family.

Defiant as ever, he made no move to pick up any of the scattered money. His voice came out icy. “Save it! From now on, touch a cent of your money!”

He turned on his heel and began to walk away.

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I won’t

The person in the car jumped out and chased after him, shouting, “Oh yeah? If you’re so capable and independent, then don’t come crawling back for more! Let’s see just how long you last on your own!”

The sunset bathed him in a warm, golden glow as he let out a cold laugh, refusing to turn back. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll find myself a sugar mom long before I ever consider begging from you again.”

Those raw and unfiltered words left Rebecca reeling. She had heard similar venomous remarks before from her mother.

Adeline would rant about how raising her was nothing but a waste of food and resources, even suggesting on occasion that she might as well sell herself to make it worthwhile.

Those vicious tirades had always crushed Rebecca’s spirit, filling her with overwhelming shame and despair that made her wish

she had never been born at all.

In those moments, she would bite down hard on her lip until it bled, just to stem the flood of tears threatening to escape.

But for Vance to utter something like that about himself? The depth of pain he must have been feeling in that instant was unimaginable.

The fading twilight linked the two of the

in that moment, casting its light on the shared shadows lurking within their souls.

Somehow, a surge of courage welled up inside her. She approached him and support you!”

ke seriously. “Vance, don’t look for anyone to

Was it merely an illusion brought on by the dimming light? For a brief second, she thought she saw his eyes gleam with something wet and unspoken.

Whatever it was vanished almost instantly. He averted his gaze, sneering, “Are you offering to support me instead?”

She immediately went mute, unable to form a response.

Expecting a rejection, she hung her head low. Finally, he snatched her scratch paper from her grasp, proceeding to diagram and explain the solution step by step throughout the entire break period.

That same afternoon, he cornered her on the stairs leading up to the girls‘ dormitory. He stood beneath the shade of a sycamore tree, with sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled patterns across his form.

She climbed the steps slowly, keeping her eyes fixed firmly downward, as his voice resonated from above. “Why are you avoiding looking up at me?”

The heat of the sun scorched relentlessly that day. Her face flushed deeply as words utterly failed her.

“You seemed so brave when you were offering to support me,” he sneered.

She buried her head even lower, stammering, “I–I wasn’t trying to…”

Suddenly, the five–dollar bill was thrust before her eyes. “Isn’t this exactly that? You really think five bucks is enough to buy my time?”

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