8 Chapter 8

Mo Wei An's fingers flew seamlessly across the keyboard typing the report for the Bright Star Housing Project that is gonna be presented in the board director meeting this Friday. Once in a while, she would look at the clock hanging on the wall of her bedroom that is already pointing to 3 in the morning. Then she went back to typing without even caring about her sleeping time.

Suddenly her fingers stopped typing. She took a long breath and took off the glasses she's currently wearing. She clutched her chest. Pain. It's so painful. Her smooth forehead frowning at the pain. Mo Wei An lowers her head. Her hand trembling trying to open the drawer of the table. The pain in her chest is too painful to bear. Her hand is still fumbling inside the drawer looking for the medicine bottle that she kept in there.

"God, please give me strength." Mo Wei An's voice was trembling like leaf bearing the pain in her chest.

She quickly grabs the medicine bottle opening the lid and swallowing the pill inside. Slowly, she moves to her bed after the pain has subsided a little.

"Please give me strength.. There's still a lot of things left unsettled." her tears flowing down suddenly.

The pain is her chest is getting more frequent as time goes by. Ever since she was diagnosed with a heart disease last year, she surrendered to fate. Everything that happens to her, she just accepted it as it is. According to Doctor Han, she needs to have the surgery as soon as possible. If left too long, it could rob her of her life. However, her biggest concern is Mo Fu Ting's safety. The threats from Mo Lao to bring her and Mo Fu Ting down keeps increasing. As long as she is alive, she will protect Mo Fu Ting. But what about when she's gone? What's gonna happen to Mo Fu Ting? Because of that, she has started her plan to bring down Mo Lau. She will never let that man touch her brother.

Her phone suddenly rings, and she took it out of her pocket.

"Ai Li. What about the matter I told you to handle? Good. Continue with it." Mo Wei An smiled after finishing her conversation with her trusted bodyguard.

Mo Wei An closed her eyes. "Mo Lao. A debt of blood must be paid with blood." A smile still on her small reddish lips. And the pain in her chest still linger.