Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1055 - Chapter 1055 Chapter 1027 The Money Doesnt Vanish Its Still

Chapter 1055: Chapter 1027: The Money Doesn’t Vanish, It’s Still There (700+ Monthly Tickets Update) Chapter 1055: Chapter 1027: The Money Doesn’t Vanish, It’s Still There (700+ Monthly Tickets Update) Class ended, and Kiara, who had announced her marriage with such fanfare, walked out of the classroom with her head held high, stepping over the broken hearts of many young men, worried that walking too slowly might reveal the fact that she had been standing in her work uniform for so long.

She needed to find a teacher to ask where exactly was that patient the teacher said could be recognized as suffering from a problem at a glance?

“Senior!”

Amelia Lancaster chased after her, bowing frantically to Kiara.

“Senior, I’m sorry about the trouble with my boyfriend,” Amelia said.

“It’s okay,” Kiara adjusted her glasses. “Is his condition not congenital? Has he suffered any trauma that might have caused it, like a head injury?”

“Ah, senior, you’re amazing…” Amelia looked at Kiara in astonishment; it was the first time she had seen someone discern her boyfriend had suffered from a head injury by just one look.

Kiara tugged at the corner of her mouth; it was an intuition born of clinical experience.

Just as Kiara was about to turn around, a classmate happened to brush past Amelia, and the strap of their bag accidentally hooked onto Amelia’s glasses.

“Ah! I’m so sorry!” The classmate who had knocked off her glasses hurriedly bent down to pick them up for Amelia, and Kiara’s eyes instantly widened.

Damn it!

No wonder she felt Amelia looked familiar–this girl was going to be…!!!

The reason Kiara hadn’t recognized her at first glance was that Amelia was too thin now–yes, 240 pounds was fat, but compared to the 330 pounds she would weigh later, she was scarily skinny!

Plus, in the future, Amelia would have had laser eye surgery and no longer wore glasses, so Kiara hadn’t recognized her immediately.

Thinking of that future “steamed bun” female writer who had depression, Kiara adjusted her glasses.

In her past life, when Amelia came to her for treatment, she never mentioned that she had studied psychology. She only said that she dropped out of university after a year because of the psychological trauma from campus bullying, then later suffered from depression due to perfectionism, a history of performative personality, and her lover’s death, which eventually led her to jump off a building over a few negative reader reviews.

What a karmic bond!

“Then, senior, I’m leaving!” Amelia bowed to Kiara again.

“Wait!”

“What’s wrong, senior?”

“Let’s find a place to sit for a while. I’ll treat you to milk tea and we can talk about your boyfriend.”

“Ah? But why?” Amelia was bewildered; why would her seemingly cold and distant senior suddenly invite her?

“Who would have thought I’m one of your book fans? Digging a pit and not filling it up before jumping off is irresponsible to the readers…” Kiara muttered.

“What did you say?”

“I said, do you mind having milk tea? My friend has a milk tea shop just at the school gate…”

Ten minutes later, at the milk tea shop owned by Tiara Stone, Kiara effortlessly learned all about Amelia’s situation.

“So you’re saying, after your parents divorced and started new families, no one took care of you, and it was your boyfriend who worked to support your education?”

Kiara had not known these details in her past life.

In her past life, Amelia had not managed to get an appointment with her and saw another psychologist, but that psychologist was not competent, and Amelia ended up taking her own life by jumping off a building. Kiara, who originally did not read web novels, only started to read her books after learning about the patient she missed saving, which made her fall in love with the book and left a deep impression of the author who always wrote sweet romantic stories.

“Yes… his academic performance actually was very good. We’ve been childhood sweethearts, and to finance my studies, he worked in a factory, where an accident caused a blow to his head, and since then, he’s been like this,” explained Amelia.

“Don’t his family care that he’s working to support you?”

“He has no one left in his family, just a paralyzed grandmother. For several years now, we’ve spent the New Year together, and the memory that sticks with me the most is last year’s New Year. I bought some festive goods with the money I earned from my summer job to see my dad, but my stepmother kicked me out. I only had a few bucks on me, and when I got back home, he was the one who held me. We made vegetarian dumplings together…”

Amelia Lancaster didn’t know why she was telling all this to a stranger. Kiara seemed to have a magical way about her, making one feel an uncontrollable urge to pour their heart out when with her.

In fact, Kiara used a bit of her professional skill during their conversation to guide Amelia to speak as a form of stress relief. The only ones who could keep their troubles to themselves in front of Kiara were people like Mario Yuno who had a resistance to treatment.

“It’s okay, keep talking.” Kiara hadn’t expected that a future writer capable of writing such sweet novels would have such a tragic past.

“Senior, he didn’t leave me when times were tough, and now that he’s sick, I can’t abandon him…”

Only the emotions forged in adversity possess such invincible strength. A university student would follow a mentally unstable migrant worker simply because they couldn’t forget the vegetarian dumplings they wrapped together once upon a time.

If it were someone else, Kiara would definitely say that one doesn’t truly understand love during their youth, that it might be just gratitude.

But with her, Kiara kept silent.

She knew that this future writer had struggled for many years to move on from her husband’s death. This kind of emotion had transcended simple love. It was about the hardships they endured together. With the loss of that partner in adversity, it was as if a chapter of life was missing, an incomplete existence.

“How long has he been hurt?”

“Two months… Senior, he wasn’t like this before. The wound on his head where he had stitches has healed, but why do people become so impulsive? He often can’t control himself from hurting others, he doesn’t even spare himself. There are so many bite wounds on his arm that he inflicted himself, I’m really worried about him…”

That’s why she had chosen this major, hoping to help her boyfriend recover, even giving up her own passion for the Chinese department.

“Two months… there’s still time. Neurological impairment after nerve damage makes a full recovery difficult to achieve on its own; it’s imperative to use medication and seek treatment as soon as possible, or the nerves could degenerate or even die.”

This kind of psychological issue caused by external factors was not something Kiara could treat within her capabilities since the patient would be unable to cooperate with the treatment.

“But we…”

“You don’t have the money, right?”

The other party hung their head.

They were truly out of money, and the doctor’s advice had been vague. The doctor said the medication wouldn’t be effective, that time might heal it on its own, so they hadn’t taken it.

Kiara thought about it – the treatment fee wouldn’t be too expensive, 18,000 should be enough.

But even that 18,000 was enough to be a matter of life and death for some.

There are people who have no rural cooperative medical scheme, no urban health insurance, no official workplace organization to take them in – nothing. A minor illness for them can be fatal.

“There’s 20,000 in this card, take it to treat him. If you feel bad about it, just write an IOU to me. Pay it back when you can, in installments, with interest according to bank loan rates so neither of us takes advantage of the other.”

“I can’t take your money, we don’t even know each other–” Amelia Lancaster was extremely surprised.

This amount of money might not even be enough to buy a bag for Kiara, but for an ordinary person, it could save a life.

“I’ll be honest with you, his chance for treatment is only now. I can’t guarantee how much he will recover after treatment, but at least he won’t end up hitting you one day in a fit of temper and then take his own life. I also want to finish that story; leaving a book without an ending really lets down the readers.”

“What story?”

“Ahem, never mind. When you get back don’t let him eat fast food and fried foods, this will worsen his condition. Try to get him to eat more fish, it can help with his recovery.”

Money never disappears, it just stays by your side in a different form. Spending a little money for an ending she wants to see is worth it.