Chapter 2

Hearing the familiar hint in Lydia's words, I realized I had been reborn.

In my previous life, I caught her hint and took the initiative to offer to buy her house at a price above market value.

She knelt before me excitedly, thanking me over and over.

But just two days after I moved in, she went to the medical office to file a complaint against me.

She said I had deliberately forged her late-stage cancer medical records to buy her house at a low price while she was desperate.

"The moment she took over my house, the director told me I wasn't sick at all. How can that be such a coincidence?"

"Pedro already said how much she wanted her own house but couldn't afford one. Now isn't this the perfect opportunity?"

I was fired from the hospital. Even when I produced evidence to prove my innocence, it was useless.

In the end, I was left homeless, dying in agony on the street with no one caring.

And I could never figure out how I, who had always been healthy, could suddenly be diagnosed with late-stage cancer.

This time, no matter what she says, I won't buy her house again!

I pretended not to understand her hint, putting my hands in my pockets and smiling faintly.

"Why don't you post your medical records and property deed online? There are so many kind people out there. As long as your price is right, someone will definitely be willing to buy."

Lydia's smile froze.

She stood up abruptly, her face showing the humiliation of being insulted.

"Dr. Betty, I just want to sell my house. I haven't reached the point where I need to be humiliated by strangers online!"

"You're insulting me! I'm sick, but I'm not a beggar. If it has to be like this, I'd rather not sell the house."

I said nothing more.

Seeing my silence, the anxiety on Lydia's face intensified.

She changed tactics.

"Pedro's girlfriend is also my friend. We have such a good relationship. You surely can't bear to see me struggling with money, right? How about..."

She drew out her words, her eyes drifting toward me.

I nodded, took out several business cards from real estate agencies from my drawer, and pushed them toward her.

"These are all well-known agencies that sell properties quickly. If you list with all of them simultaneously, you'll definitely sell soon."

Lydia was choked by my words, her face full of unwillingness and irritation.

After a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice sharp and urgent.

"Are you deliberately pushing me into a pit of fire? Those unscrupulous agencies are all eyeing my commission fees."

"If I give them the money, how will I pay for treatment?"

"What I meant was, as long as you buy it, I'll..."

I immediately cut her off.

"You'd better think of another way. I don't have money."

Lydia's face instantly darkened.

She grabbed my hand, her tone full of entitlement.

"You don't have money, so you can't buy my house? I'm not asking for much, just seven hundred thousand. You're telling me you can't come up with that?"

"It's still early. Come with me right now to transfer the ownership!"

With that, she pulled me quickly toward the door.

I lowered my eyes, watching her eager appearance, and sneered.

Was she trying to force a sale? I yanked my hand back forcefully.

Lydia's eyes instantly filled with tears.

"I know you look down on my illness, but my house isn't sick!"

"I'm begging you not to force me to list with an agency! I haven't raised enough for my surgery yet. I really can't afford the agency fees!"

Before I could speak, Pedro rushed in from outside.

He supported the swaying Lydia and frowned at me accusingly.

"Betty, Lydia just wants to sell her house. Why are you being so aggressive?"