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"Then take me to this Young Master O'Hara! I'll talk to him myself!" Layla glared at John with tears in her eyes.

During all these years growing up sufficiently, Layla had come into forming a strong and independent personality. Indeed, she would not bear her irresponsible father's rush in her life such suddenly by dictatorially informing her that she had to marry a stranger for her young brother's medical bill.

John didn't move his body. Instead, he sat back on the chair with a frosty face. After a while, he took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his jacket pocket. Then John looked up at his son on the hospital bed, hesitated for a moment, he put the cigarette and lighter back in his pocket.

The whole ward dropped into icy silence for a while.

A moment later, Daney broke the silence with a soft sigh, "Honey, it's all my fault. I'm so sorry."

"Mom, Please. Don't say that..."

Layla stared at John, sneered: "What a joke! A father has to sacrifice his daughter's marriage to save his son's life. Don't you think that's ironic? Mr.Lewis."

John smiled coldly with a horrible angry spark in the bottom of his eyes: "My little bug, Satire cannot imply how powerful or wise you are. On the contrary, it exposes your weakness and ignorance. I believe there are so many questions in your little brain now. Where was I these years? Why did I abandon our family? How could I do this to you? At that time, you and your brother were so young. Your mother certainly could not afford the family living expenses all by herself. So, why, why did I leave you?"

John's words made Layla even furious: "Then you tell me why!"

"Because I'm not a real addict." John continued: "You underestimate me, my little bug…."

"What are you going to say? You are more powerful than I thought? Sorry, Mr.Lewis. A powerful and responsible father wouldn't sacrifice her daughter for money, nor would he act such incompetent when his son needs therapy fee." Layla interrupted John sarcastically: "Whatever, I'm gonna make it on my own. I won't let you ruin my life nor David's life."

Layla walked away by swearing so.

John's face became sullen at once.

"Hey! Honey. Where are you going?" Daney asked.

"To talk to Young Master O'Hara." Layla's voice vanished in the air.

...

Anyway, Layla was blocked out of O'Hala's villa.

Clearly, it was not enough to visit Young Master O'Hara by only knowing his home address from the Internet.

"Sorry, Madam. This is a private area. If you don't have an invitation, please leave as soon as possible." A mechanical female voice raised up in the air. Layla looked around, and she found a drone was repeatedly broadcasting in front of her.

"Excuse me. I wasn't mean to be rude, but I have to visit Young Master O'Hara. Could you please tell him that I really need to have a conversation with him, please?" Layla tried to talk to the drone. She assumed that there must be someone behind the drone's camera, who was now observing the situation outside the villa gate.

A burst of laughter sounded behind her:" Oh my god, this is ridiculous! Margie, did you see that? She is talking to the drone!"

"Come on. Vivian. Not everyone in this world knows about guard drones. It's so interesting watching a poor stupid girl dressed in her grandmother's suit trying to talk to a guard drone. What fun!"

Layla turned around and saw two shinning models sitting in a red luxury sports car. They looked gorgeous and rich.

How could she even ignore the engine sound of a sports car? Layla thought, maybe because the drone was way too noisy.

"Hey, Cinderella!" The blond girl called Layla: "I suggest you give up your intention right away. I don't know why you come here, and I don't care. I just want to tell you that a young billionaire like Arthur is not someone you can dream of."

Layla was confused: "What are you talking about?"

"Margie, look. It seemed that we'd got a Miss Innocent here. Wow, a new trick of causing attention." The brown hair beauty beside her laughed, "Arthur must be curious about why these girls just won't stop daydreaming. To be honest, I'm curious about their reason too."

"Come on, Vivian. We all know that these poor girls desperately want to be rich by being Mrs. O'Hara. Oh, poor girls! You girls don't have any money, so you sell yourselves to earn money," The blond sneered, "What a tragedy!"

Layla soon realized that these two girls considered her a dumb poor girl who deliberately intended to arouse Arthur O'Hala's interest.

"Either you are a paranoia …" Vivian said.

"…Or you are a crazy stalker," Margie added: "anyway, we will call the police if you don't leave right now. Though we know you enjoy being close to Arthur, you need to be stopped here. Pity for you, poor girl."

"Apparently," Layla opened her mouth, "Being rich doesn't help you guys to be kind. Being poor doesn't mean being bad or inferior. Judging people through outfits indicates nothing but your ignorance and prejudice. Pity for you two, my ladies."

"How could you …" When Vivian was trying to say something, the villa gate opened.

Toby drove out a small sightseeing car. He turned to Layla, "Miss Lewis. Nice to meet you here. I didn't expect that you would visit us today. What an honor!"

Layla was stunned.

Wait a minute!

Who is this gentleman?

Why would he act so polite to her?

Vivian and Margie were also stunned.

Their mouths were wide open.

Both were shouting in their hearts: Who the hell is this ugly country girl? Why Toby treats her so well?

Meanwhile, Arthur O'Hara was nervously waiting in the foyer: What if Layla Lewis has forgotten about him? Will Layla hate him since he gave John the money exchanging Layla to marry him… So, is she coming here alone to reject the treaty?