As Ste was getting close to Wave Residence, Urs called. She sounded way frailer than before, but her words dripped with smugness.


    "Bet you didn''t know, huh? Rick''s trying to buy Wave Residence in Mist Bay for me to recuperate."


    Every word wasced with her bragging.


    Over the years, that ce in Mist Bay has been coveted by many elite families. Perfect views and clean air, big families always fancied that kind of stuff.


    Ste replied, "I already knew."


    "Oh? What has Yorick ever bought for you then?"


    Ste remained silent.


    What had Yorick ever bought her?


    Sure, jewelry and stuff, but she couldn''t even recall what those looked like. Probably because she had too much from a young age, so those things never really meant anything to Ste.


    Urs showing off caused Ste chuckle sarcastically, "Urs, a dying woman not focusing on the health, yet here you areparing. Why?" "You..."


    Her direct jab clearly stunned Urs over the phone.


    Ste continued, "Yorick buying you Wave Residence for your recovery? Last I heard, the current owner t-out refused to sell to him." "He''ll find a way to buy it." Urs was stubborn.


    Yorick had promised, once he got Wave Residence, she''d be moved out of the hospital immediately. She believed Yorick could make it happen.


    Ste remarked, "If I were you, I''d wait till he actually buys it before bragging. Otherwise, you might die before you even get to live there.


    Why bother with Mist Bay? Might as well buy a cemetery plot. About to be turned into ashes, still dreaming of luxury."


    Urs gasped for air, "You, you...you''re cursing me?"


    Her words about cemetery and ashespletely destabilized


    Urs. She needed hope to live. And living, owning everything she could to keep Ste away, was her hope.


    IMS


    Ste''s curse was something Urs couldn''t bear to hear even a word of.


    She had everything in the Larkin family; enjoying such a life, how could she bear to die?


    Not just reluctant, but terrified.


    Ste countered, "So what if I cursed you? You should be grateful you''re terminally ill; otherwise, where would you find such peace?"


    If Urs wasn''t terminally ill, she''d be haunted by the car ident from years ago.


    Basically, Urs was trapped, either way. If the illness killed her, the body would get burned into ashes; if it didn''t, Ste''s retaliation would await her. "Ste, you''re just too vicious."


    Suddenly, Cloudia''s furious voice came from the other end.


    Ste''s gaze narrowed slightly.


    "Yeah, I am vicious. So what?"


    Cloudia fumed, "Tell me, who was that man who threatened your dad over the phone? When you were in your office earlier, who did you call? Ste, a girl should know her worth, do you understand? If you need money, don''t we have enough?"


    What a thing to say. As if Ste only had to ask, and Cloudia would''ve given her anything unconditionally in the past. "Your money has nothing to do with me."


    "Ste!"


    "Am I wrong? You haven''t forgotten, have you? You gave me a card with a monthly limit of two thousand dors. Tsk, you sure are wealthy."