I Stopped Fighting for Love, and Love Finally Fought for Me novel Chapter 6

Willow's voice was sharp.

"You!"

Quentin choked on his words, instantly flying into a rage out of humiliation. "Willow! Don't forget who dragged you out of that hellhole of an orphanage and raised you! After all these years, are you trying to be an ungrateful wretch? Do you know how much money I spent keeping you alive? Without me, you'd be dead! You owe me your life!"

Willow's hand shook violently, nearly dropping the phone.

Yes, she was an orphan.

The orphanage director once told her she had been abandoned at the gates when she was six with a high fever, remembering nothing of her past.

It was Quentin and his wife at the time who had adopted her.

Less than two years later, his wife couldn't tolerate his gambling and violent temper, and she ran away.

From then on, Quentin abused and scolded Willow constantly.

It was Agatha who painstakingly raised her.

Later, Agatha fell ill and needed a kidney transplant...

"Fine! Since Julian doesn't want you anyway, let's see where you'll get the money to keep your grandmother alive!"

Seeing her silence, Quentin softened his tone again. "Think about it. If you follow this big shot, talk sweet, and keep him happy, whatever slips through his fingers will be more than enough for your grandmother... It beats waiting around to die, right?"

He sighed, putting on an act. "Forget it. I won't force you. I'll just go tell your grandmother right now. Let's see if her fragile heart can handle knowing her son is about to be chopped up and fed to dogs, and her favorite granddaughter refused to save him..."

"I agree to it."

Willow closed her eyes.

"Really? That's my good daughter! I didn't raise you for nothing!"

Quentin instantly rejoiced, his voice cracking with excitement.

"But on one condition."

Willow opened her eyes, nothing but ice left in her gaze. "Tomorrow, we go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and terminate the adoption. From then on, I owe you nothing."

"What? Terminate the adoption? Are you crazy?"

Quentin roared.

He never expected this daughter, who usually acted like a pushover, to demand to cut ties with him.

Willow's tone was eerily calm. "Choose. Either we terminate the adoption and I 'save' you this once, or I refuse, and you can wait to be chopped up and fed to the dogs."