Chapter 7
Chapter 7
The next day, Davon Smith stormed in, slamming the door behind him.
“Avni Taylor! What the hell do you mean by this?!”
I was completely stunned. “Honey, what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Avni Taylor! You went to my company and quit my job without telling me! Do you know I was about to be promoted?!” His eyes were practically blazing with fury.
“What?!”
My sister–in–law immediately screamed and, with a slap raised, swung at me. I dodged it just in time.
“Why are you hitting me? Honey, say something! I’m only doing this for your own good!”
Davon was so angry he couldn’t stop himself from shouting.
“For my own good? I was about to get a guaranteed promotion, my salary would have doubled! And you go and quit my job for me! How do you expect me to explain this to my
boss?”
“Avni Taylor, don’t you think you should apologize to my brother? You’re really something. quitting his job for him like this.”
Just then, my mother–in–law returned from her dancing activity. As soon as she heard, her
face darkened.
“What? You quit my son’s
job?”
The whole family gathered around me, blaming me. They bombarded me with harsh words, pouring their anger into my ears.
I didn’t know who it was, but someone pushed me hard, and I fell to the ground. My leg was immediately covered with a bruise.
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“Honey, I’m really doing this for your own good.”
“I saw you last night, in the bathroom, unable to sleep. I couldn’t stand it, watching you suffer. Your health is getting worse. Why are you still going to work like a dog? You should
rest during your last days.”
I spoke sincerely, my heart full of concern for him.
When he heard me mention what happened last night, a flicker of panic crossed Davon’s
“But you can’t just make a decision without telling me first!”
“I’m about to get promoted.”
As soon as promotion was mentioned, Davon’s anger flared up again.
With so much money within his reach, the opportunity slipping through his fingers made
him furious.
“Honey, I know you’ve worked hard and you’re diligent, that’s why I did this behind your back. Otherwise, you would’ve dragged yourself to work even in your condition, and I
couldn’t bear ..
I spoke logically, and for a moment, they all fell silent.
“Are you pretending to be sick? Do you really not have cancer? Are you lying to me?”
At these words, panic instantly spread across their faces.
“Let’s go! It must be the wrong diagnosis from some quack doctor. I’m taking you to see someone else!”
As I spoke, I reached for Davon’s sleeve.
I wouldn’t give up. I insisted we go to the hospital.
“Ugh, fine, fine!”
“Avni Taylor, my son has cancer, and that’s already certain. Why are you still torturing
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