Chapter 468



Reflecting on the hardship she and her grandmother had endured, Ruth’s heart swelled with sadness, guilt, and a growing bitterness. Why did they never stop tormenting her?

Kallie, sensing the depth of Ruth’s despair, stepped forward and handed her a bank card after entering the house.

“Use this to get your grandmother the medical attention she needs. Once the diagnosis is clear, I’ll arrange for the best specialists. Don’t worry. I’ll do everything I can to help her, as long as it’s not beyond hope.”

Ruth stared at the bank card in disbelief, Kallie’s sudden gesture of generosity leaving her momentarily stunned. She looked up at Kallie, confusion clouding her eyes before pushing the card back toward Kallie. “I can’t take this, not now,” Ruth said, her voice filled with suspicion. “I don’t want to get trapped. I’ve had enough trouble in my life without adding more. You don’t need to waste your time on someone like me.”

Kallie’s heart ached as she took in Ruth’s frail figure, but she didn’t press the issue. Instead, she followed Ruth further into the house.

Just then, a figure darted out from the shadows, wielding a broom.

Before Kallie could react, the broom struck her a few times, catching her completely off guard.

Kallie flinched and looked up to realize it was Ruth’s grandmother, Tilda Patterson, who had struck her.

The frail Tilda stood before Kallie, brandishing the broom with trembling hands, trying to muster a fierce expression.

“Leave us alone! Don’t you dare hurt my granddaughter! Get out, or I swear, I’ll make you regret it!” Ruth’s stomach dropped as Kallie’s expression turned unreadable, her face devoid of emotion. Panic welled up inside Ruth, and she quickly stepped in, shielding her grandmother.

“Miss Nixon, please forgive my grandmother; she didn’t mean any harm,” she blurted out, her words spilling over each other.

“So many people have come to make things difficult for me. Some even demanded I apologize to Jenny once again. My grandmother… she’s just terrified.”

Your favorite tales are on gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s․çоnn Ruth’s voice cracked, the weight of her desperation clear. “I don’t need your money. Just don’t hurt us. You can leave, and we won’t bother you.”

Kallie’s features softened as she recognized the fear in Ruth’s eyes. She offered a reassuring smile, trying to calm the situation. “I’m sorry if I seemed harsh. I wasn’t angry; I was just taken aback by the conditions here. But I meant what I said. I’m here to help, and I won’t leave until I’ve done that.”

Kallie’s gaze shifted to Ruth’s grandmother, her concern deepening. “Your grandmother needs medical care immediately.”

Ruth tried to protest, but the words wouldn’t come. She turned to her grandmother, who was now wracked with a violent cough.

Tilda’s hand fluttered weakly, still trying to shield Ruth, but her strength was nearly gone. “Ruth, leave me alone. I don’t want their money; I just want you to live a good life,” Tilda said, her voice filled with emotion.

“You’re a college student, and that’s more than enough for me. I never had that chance. All I want is for you to have a better future.”

Hearing her grandmother’s words, Ruth’s resolve hardened. She looked Kallie in the eye and nodded. “I’ll tell you everything,” Ruth said, her voice steady. “But you have to promise to help us financially.”

Tilda’s face flushed with anger, and she raised her hand as if to strike Ruth, but Kallie stepped in quickly, speaking in a calm, soothing tone. “Your granddaughter is doing this to take care of you. Please, don’t worry; I’m here to help, not to hurt. You’re welcome to stay with us while we talk. If I do anything wrong, you can step in.”

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