No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1468

"If you don't believe me, ask your mother. She knows exactly how much she owes."

Vanessa believed the owner wasn't lying. After all, he'd been running his business in the area for seven or eight years.

"I'll pay it for her," Vanessa said, taking out her phone.

The owner saw this and quickly took out his own phone to receive the payment. After the notification for the $300,000 transfer sounded, he couldn't help but offer a piece of advice. "Tell your mom not to gamble if she doesn't have the money."

Closing the door, Vanessa's heart sank to a new low. In just two weeks, she had already dealt with two groups of her mother's debt collectors. While she still had money, she didn't want to use it to fill the black hole of her mother's gambling debts.

Half an hour later, Iona returned. Seeing her daughter on the sofa, she looked a little guilty. "Vanessa, have you eaten?"

Vanessa's eyes were fixed on her. "How much goddamn debt are you in? Tell me everything."

"Vanessa, I… I don't owe that much."

Vanessa violently threw a couch pillow at her. "Tell me right now, or I'm done with you. I won't care if you live or die."

Iona flinched. She walked to her bedroom, took a small notebook from a cabinet, and timidly handed it to Vanessa, her eyes darting away, too scared to meet her daughter's gaze.

Vanessa let out a cold, self-deprecating laugh. "Mom, do you still think I'm that dazzling piano goddess and advertising darling? Let me tell you the truth. I have no source of income anymore. I can't even support myself."

Iona was stunned. "Vanessa, you're so young and beautiful. There must be plenty of people who want to hire you for performances. You can't just give up on yourself! Even if you can't perform on a proper stage, there are other places you can go!"

Iona's mind started racing. "Like playing piano in some high-end club for entertainment," she said, "or tutoring rich people's kids. Aren't those options?"

Vanessa's face turned pale with anger. So, in her mother's eyes, her well-being didn't matter at all. She just saw her as a tool to make money.

Her mother's expression at that moment chilled her to the bone. She finally understood something: her mother had never loved her.