Chapter 4

Lydia's eyes reddened.

"Betty, I know you're worried other patients will follow my example, which is why you kept refusing me, but now the keys are in your hands. Stop denying it!"

Pedro also echoed her, telling me to just admit it.

He smiled confidently, as if as long as he spoke, I would definitely compromise.

I sneered. "Dream on!"

Pedro's face instantly darkened.

He slapped me across the face.

"Betty, the money's already been given. Can you stop being so unreasonable?"

"I'm telling you, today you're taking this house whether you want to or not!"

"Lydia already transferred it to your name. You have no right to refuse!"

I covered my face, watching them determined to force the house on me, and my thoughts drifted.

In my previous life, when I was diagnosed with cancer, it was already late-stage. The director lamented that if only I had discovered it earlier, it wouldn't have been untreatable.

But I had never shown any symptoms. Could it really be late-stage cancer?

Suddenly, my phone rang.

It was the director sending me my test results.

"Betty, you're perfectly healthy. I think you've just been overworked lately, imagining you have cancer. Just get more rest."

The weight in my heart lifted.

But the next second, a deeper confusion welled up.

If I didn't have cancer, then what about the late-stage cancer in my previous life?

I pretended to stay calm and looked up at Pedro with a smile.

"Since you both insist I take the house, I'll take it."

Just as their expressions relaxed, I changed my tone.

"However... put the house in your name. After all, you paid for it with your money. It's only reasonable to put it in your name."

Pedro's expression stiffened, his eyes evasive.

"This house was mortgaged using your identity information. I can't change it to my name."

He paused, his tone changing from humble to righteous.

"We're going to be family anyway. Just write off this money!"

In my previous life, when he used all my savings as compensation for Lydia, he said the same thing.

"Everything I'm doing is atoning for your sins. Why are you so ungrateful?"

"Betty, you owe Lydia. You can never repay her in this lifetime! Let alone this little money!"

Thinking of this, I couldn't contain my anger anymore.

I kicked Pedro's knee.

"You used my identity to get a mortgage to buy your best friend's house? Since you love outsourcing charity, why don't you take the house and the mortgage?"

"You can afford the house money! Either put the house in your name, or..."

I paused and turned to Lydia with a smile.

"Return every cent of the bank transfer to me! I don't care whether your surgery happens or not."

Hearing this, Pedro turned his face away without a word.

But Lydia cried breathlessly.

"Betty, you're making such a fuss because you think my house is dirty! I'm sick, but my house isn't sick!"

"If I die, will you accept my house? Then I'll satisfy you!"

With that, Lydia ran quickly toward the window and, with force, climbed onto the windowsill, preparing to jump.