Kneeling For Cash: A Mother's Desperate Fight の小説・ストーリー

Not when tears threatened to blind me. Let him hurt, I thought. Let him finally know how it feels. My mum gave me some cash, meant for snacks or emergencies. Well, this was an emergency. I flagged a cab with shaking hands, barely managing to shove my crumpled emergency cash into the driver’s hand. “Number 7 Ridge Lane. Fast.” The ride was a blur of static streetlights and rattling silence. I pressed my forehead towards the cool glass, closing my eyes against the ache swelling inside me.

"Her mother was in a coma after a car accident and has been in the hospital for so many years. Where does she get her money from if she was unemployed for these three years?" "Where else would she get her money? With that face of hers, I'm sure guys would gladly pay for her services. I mean, how clean could she be with all that plastic in her face?" As soon as they said that, Keegan suddenly got up and kicked the chair behind him. The two girls screamed in fright, which alerted the bailiffs in the courtroom.

Their collective lawsuit buried her under eight figures of debt in an instant. Every asset under her name was frozen. To repay what she owed, she sold her car, sold her apartment, and eventually ended up washing dishes in a tiny roadside diner. I heard that one day, an old "friend" happened to run into her. They threw a wad of cash at her face and told her to bark like a dog. And she actually knelt and barked. Human dignity is worthless when crushed under absolute desperation. As for Nick, he stayed in the rehab center for three months.

Her mother, sitting quietly in the corner, suddenly set her teacup down with a sharp clink. “Katherina Blackwood,” she said coldly, “I raised you better than this.” Katherina turned to her, her eyes tired but defiant. “Did you? Because the last I checked, being ‘better’ doesn’t pay bills.” Her mother stood up, her voice trembling with anger. “You sold your dignity for money! You’re no better than the people you claim to hate!” Katherina laughed bitterly, tears threatening to fall. “My dignity didn’t feed us, Mother. My pride didn’t pay for your medicine or this roof over our heads.”

Now, that same woman lay feeble and helpless in a hospital bed, fighting for her life. I pushed myself to stand and staggered to my mother’s ward, my body trembling. I paused in the doorway, gripping the frame for support. Mother’s face was ghostly, her skin strained, barely holding her bones together. An oxygen tube wrapped around her nose, but even with assistance, every shallow rise and fall of her chest seemed difficult. Tears obscured my vision as I walked closer. The woman who had sacrificed everything for me didn't deserve this. “I’ll save you, Mama,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I’ll get the money. Somehow.”

Chloe looked at Alex with disdain. Then she sneered, “Hey, how about this? Go back to grovel at your mother-in-law and kneel down to your wife and beg them a few more times, maybe they will change their minds and give you some money. But that nasty woman Dorothy Assex might only give you a hundred dollars. If you kneel and beg me, I will pay for your mother’s hospital bed.” A woman’s voice could be heard saying, “Even if he kneels to me every day at home, he would never kneel to you for money.”

Of course I dared. When a person was pushed to the edge, there was nothing left to fear. Clutching Miss Zabel's greasy, $350,000 check, I rushed straight to the meeting spot. A few rough-looking men surrounded my mother, cursing and spitting as they stood over her. My mother was curled up in the corner. This woman, who was once so proud and confident, now had streaks of gray in her hair and a face hollowed by exhaustion.

“Eliza, I’ll kneel to you. Please let your father go. He’s your biological father. If not for his illness and how poor our family is, he wouldn’t ask you for this money.” An obese middle-aged woman knelt at the door, as if scared that the person in the ward could not see her. A young man next to him desperately pulled the middle-aged woman up. “Mom, get up. Don’t kneel to her.” “I have to. If I don’t, your father will go to jail. Her status is different now. There are people causing trouble at your company and at our doorstep every day. We can’t even go home.” The middle-aged woman wiped her tears as she said.

“Dr. Watte, I’m short of money.” Cash 4 Go auctioned off her mother’s relics, and that single DVD was auctioned for a rocket-high price! She would not allow anyone to take this DVD away, so she would have to do everything that she could to buy the last DVD of her mother from when she was still alive!

JOHNSON POV : I'm going through the files of the fuckers that owe me money and doesn't want to pay even when they know there loan is due. First thing you should know about humans is that a little help would get to there brain. A person can kneel down and beg with crocodile tear spewing out there eyes down to there cheeks for money. And the moment they get, they that k you and that's it. They don't try to work hard to pay you back and even if they did get the money.