Zoe had no interest in hearing her excuses. Taking two thousand dollars out of her wallet, she flung them at Eira’s feet.

She knew the young lady needed money and that, ironically, honor was the most important thing for her. Sneering, she said, “How’s that for compassion? Pick it up if you want them.”

Eira’s face turned paler.

She had no other choice. So, she crouched and picked up the notes one by one. She needed it to make it through winter. Otherwise, she wouldn’t even have enough to pay the rent.

She stood up when she was done picking up the money. That was when she saw Mason.

Dressed in a classic black and white suit, he wore a checkered coat over it, giving him a mature, stunning look. Leaning on the car, his eyes grew darker.

Eira was both mortified and delighted. Zoe had finally shown her true colors and she was such a heartless lady. Surely, Mason would find the real Zoe unworthy of his love and turn to soothe her instead, the embarrassed underdog.

What she didn’t co