I'm sorry, sunshine

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Fay gave her a gentle look. Mon left with her without glancing at Sam's expression. She could still picture her displeasure.

Panicked, she lectured Fay, " I don't know you, girl. You shouldn't have gone against her openly and interfere my matter. She's a tough nut. I can't possibly love..."

"Are you done talking?" asked Fay seriously.
 
"No."

"You can talk to me about this matter later," said Fay. Fay held her neck, which didn't itch. "Can I see your chest?"

"What the heck?!" Mon started to get angry. 

"It's not what you imagine. I want to confirm something. I helped you earlier; now you have to return the favor," said Fay seriously. 

"I don't need your help in the first place." 

"I know."

"Why do you want to see?" Mon asked Fay with a confused look.

"Do you have a mole on your chest or not?" 

"Yes."

"Can I see it?" asked Fay carefully. If she has to be beaten even now, she doesn't care as long as she has confirmed it. 

"Fine," Mon revealed a little of her chest.

Fay closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I hope what I'm thinking isn't true. You're going to die in a few days. It's going to be bad news for me and my family too! Please, this cannot be true," she murmured. 

"What did you say?" asked Mon. She could not hear clearly what Fay said.

Fay opened her eyes. "There's nothing." She saw Mon's birthmark and was very surprised. She had already suspected that Mon was her biological sister just by looking at her face before, but she brushed it off because she could not accept that Mon had cancer.

Fay was sobbing. "Why is this happening to you?!"

"What?!"

Halfway through their conversation, Mon saw a figure standing not far away out of the corner of her eye. Sam was shooting death glares at them as she called out to her, "Get over here." Mon realized that Sam's possessiveness did not go away with the divorce.

Fay hurriedly shielded her and glanced warily at Sam. "Miss Anantrakul, you are divorced. Please do not hurt her anymore."

Sam ignored Fay and focused her gaze on the jacket Mon was wearing. She reiterated, "Take that off and get over here." Sam spoke to her like she was the owner of a pet.

If Fay weren't at the scene, she would have immediately left. She was troubled by the memory of Sam's threat towards Fay at dinner. Others might make empty threats during arguments, but not Sam.

Mon gritted her teeth and put aside the humiliation to take off the jacket. "Girl, I told you to stay out of my business." Her remark left Fay confused. "But you're divorced!"

Mon did not directly address her. Instead, she stuffed the jacket into her arms and was ready to leave. "Girl, please stop wasting your time on me."

Fay took her by the wrist.

"Ron, cut his hand off," Sam ordered ruthlessly.

Ron appeared from the shadows and went up to Fay. Seeing that, Mon quickly shook off Kevin's hand and stood in Ron's way.

She turned to Sam and said, "Don't hurt her!"

"Hey, bastard! How dare you hurt my friend?! Do you want me to cut your cock into four pieces and then fry it until it burns?" shouted Earth. "I will tell May you want to hurt Fay!"