His billionaire debt: life over fortune

The story began at a hospital. Veronica Murphy, a young lady of slight build, rushed to the emergency registration counter while carrying a bloodied man on her back with all her strength. She said hurriedly, "This guy needs emergency treatment! He passed out in a car accident."

Veronica felt that today was really not her day. She was riding her motorcycle on her way to deliver takeouts when a Ferrari nearby got knocked off the road by a large truck running the red light. The Ferrari was severely wrecked, its windows shattered and its trunk on fire. It might explode at any minute, and its driver was covered in blood and unconscious in his seat.

Veronica had no idea what gave her the courage at the time. Without a second thought, she raced to the car and desperately pulled the guy out of it. As soon as she dragged him several meters away, she heard a loud kaboom! The car exploded right away.

Veronica was shaken with fright. If she had been a little bit slower, she would probably have been blown to pieces along with the guy! Just then, however, the severely injured man grasped her wrist with all his might as if clutching at straws. He mumbled in a daze, "Help me! Send me to the hospital… I'll pay you 100 million…"

Veronica was stunned. 100 million? Did I just save the world's richest man by chance?

At the payment counter, the cashier asked, "What's your name?"

Just as Veronica was about to answer, the cashier looked up and saw her face, and her attitude did a one-eighty immediately. "Oh, if it isn't Tiffany Larson, our director's daughter! Please wait a moment, Miss Larson. A doctor will be arranged for you at once…"

Veronica smiled bitterly at the cashier's words. Tiffany was Veronica's biological sister. The two sisters looked exactly alike, but their lives were polar opposites of each other.

Abducted as soon as she was born, Veronica changed hands several times before being sold to her current adoptive parents. A month ago, however, her adoptive parents had a car accident and were hospitalized with grave injuries and sky-high medical bills.

Just then, Veronica's biological parents appeared out of nowhere, saying they could provide medical treatment for her adoptive parents on condition that she donate her bone marrow to the Larson Family's leukemic youngest son. Not only that, but she mustn't show her face, which was the spitting image of Tiffany.

Rachel Zimmerman, Veronica's biological mother, said, "Our Tiffy isn't only accomplished in everything she does; she's also the most beautiful lady in Bloomstead. You, on the other hand, are just an ignoble country bumpkin. Tiffy's good name mustn't be ruined because of your existence."

Despite the humiliation, Veronica agreed for the sake of her adoptive parents' medical treatment. Usually, she would deliberately disguise herself as an ugly woman in Bloomstead, but she didn't bother to do so tonight since she was doing food delivery late at night.

However, she didn't expect to enter her biological father's hospital by mistake and be recognized. Consequently, she could only acknowledge tacitly that she was "Tiffany" and pay 5,000 in the latter's name for the guy's surgery.

After everything was done, she returned to her rented apartment wearily and took a shower. While she was doing laundry, however, she was surprised to find a black diamond ring in her pocket.

This probably fell into my pocket when that guy grabbed my shirt, she thought. Without thinking much of it, she put the ring on the table, ready to get some shut-eye.

At some point in time, there was a knock on the door outside. Veronica walked over to the door in slippers and opened it.

"Are you trying to be a b*tch, Veronica? Did you forget what I had said to you?" Tiffany, who was tall and slim, slapped Veronica across the face before the latter could say anything. "I warned you to never go around sporting my face when you first came to Bloomstead! Do you want your adoptive parents to die?"

Offended, Veronica slapped Tiffany's face in return. In order to save her adoptive parents, she had no choice but to let her biological parents give her a hard time, but she was never someone who would yield to the strong and place herself at the mercy of others.

Tiffany let out a cry of pain. "How dare you hit me, Veronica?"

Her cheek was slightly swollen from the slap Veronica gave her, which was much harder than the slap she had given Veronica just now. Veronica flung her hand—which ached from slapping Tiffany's face—with a slight frown between her beautifully arched eyebrows.

"Just put up with it when I hit you! Do you think I'm gonna let you boss me around? I'm not your mom!"

"How dare you talk as if you're in the right, huh? You took a guy to my dad's hospital late at night for medical treatment! How am I supposed to show my face in public if word gets out about it?" Tiffany pointed at Veronica, her cheeks flushing red with rage. "If somebody hadn't told my dad about it this morning, I might've still been kept in the dark! Who knows how much more disgraceful filth you were gonna commit in my name?"

"Your face? Ha!" Veronica laughed in self-mockery, her eyes full of sadness. Such is how unfair life is. I was born with the same looks as she was, yet I'm denied the right to show my true appearance in public.

Just then, Tiffany's cell phone rang. With her phone in her hand, she stepped aside to answer the phone call. As her eyes darted around, she happened to catch sight of the black diamond ring on the table. This diamond ring looks familiar somehow…

"What's up, Mom?" she asked.

Rachel was frantic with joy on the other end of the phone; there was even a slight quaver in her voice. "Oh, my God! Darling, when did you save Young Master Matthew? How could you keep such a big deal from me? Someone from the Kings Family just came and asked to meet you a week later!"

"Young Master Matthew?" Tiffany looked at the ring on the table. Then, in a moment of realization, she recalled having seen the ring in a photo of Matthew Kings, which was shared by the socialites when she joined them in a gathering before.

The diamond ring was a familiar heirloom inherited by the Kings Family's heirs. Upon associating it with what Veronica had done at the hospital the night before, Tiffany instantly realized that Veronica had saved Matthew's life yesterday. It was precisely because Veronica had used her name at the hospital yesterday that the man thought it was her who had saved him.

To think that I'd become the one who saved the life of Young Master Matthew from Mythpoint by accident! This is simply even more surprising than winning the lottery! she thought.

"Mom, I've got something to deal with at the moment. Let's talk about it later." Suppressing the ecstasy within her, she slipped the ring from the table while Veronica wasn't noticing. Then, she came up to Veronica and threatened domineeringly, "If you do that again, just wait until you collect your adoptive parents' dead bodies!"

With that, she stormed off in a huff.

Veronica had wanted to take a short nap when she came back in the early hours, but she didn't expect to oversleep. At this moment, she wasn't in the mood to argue with Tiffany. After covering her face with a face mask, she rushed to the hospital to look for the guy.

A reward of 100 million! That's what I'll be getting in exchange for risking my life!

Unexpectedly, when she reached the hospital and asked about the guy, the nurse told her that he had left right after regaining consciousness the night before. Not only that, but he didn't even leave any contact information behind.

"What a liar! Son of a b*tch!" Blowing up on the spot, Veronica stamped her foot in anger. "That 5,000 is my living expenses for the next two months!"

As expected, men are nothing but liars!