Vivian bit her lip, leaving a faint red mark on her lower lip.
Eventually, she spoke, her voice slightly trembling yet firm and uncompromising: "Curtis, I'll transfer you ten thousand yuan every month. I know it's not much, but I earned it myself, not a penny from elsewhere. Please don't refuse, just accept it."
She was still an intern, her salary barely enough to support herself, requiring frugality to maintain everyday expenses.
Occasionally, she took on cases, earning more in fees or bonuses, which she saved bit by bit.
This was all she could squeeze out.
She knew this amount was insignificant for treatment, but it was all she could currently offer.
Chapter 120: I Was Wrong
After listening, Curtis's face instantly sank, his brow furrowed, and a trace of anger flickered in his eyes: "Vivian, what do you mean by this? Do you think I'm the kind of person who needs your support?"
