Chapter 109: Chapter 109

Chapter 109 I Had Money But Not Much, Only 80 Million Dollars.

Phillip looked at her in confusion, but Peyton didn’t look at him. She continued to gaze into the distance

and said, “Actually, when I said I would help you at first, it wasn’t sincere. Once you get involved with

that person, there’s no way for you to escape unscathed.”

“The moment you received the ransom, you fell into his trap. At that time, not only a few of you, but

even everyone on this island could not escape the disaster.”

Upon hearing these words, Phillip instinctively touched the hidden claw knife on his side, but Peyton

ignored him and continued, “Until Ì saw each and every one of you, despite being poor, still so

cheerful.”

“Perhaps it was an old person in the village who died because they didn’t have money for medical

treatment; perhaps it was because Rene wanted to learn how to draw but couldn’t even afford to use a

pencil; perhaps it was because Mrs. Manley cut her softest piece of clothing into diapers for an

unfamiliar child. Suddenly, I started to understand you a little bit. You must not be from here.”

“No,” Phillip answered succinctly.

“You wanted to do your best to help them, and I feel the same way now. This place is beautiful and

should not be tainted by worldly matters. They should also continue to maintain a sunny life.”

“What do you mean exactly?” Phillip was very patient. On that day, he didn’t mention anything about

blackmailing Nolan, instead treating her as a guest.

It was precisely this kindness that made Peyton change his initial

intention of teaching them a lesson.

“What you wanted was money, it doesn’t matter who gives it, it doesn’t necessarily have to be Nolan.”

Peyton stared into his eyes and said word by word, “I had money, not much, but enough to help you

all.”

“How many do you have?”

“Eighty million dollars.”

Phillip was shocked. It was a lot.

In Phillip’s bewildered gaze, Peyton chuckled lightly, “I know you must be wondering how someone

could be so foolish. Willing to give money to a complete stranger. I only told you half of the story. Would

you like to hear the other half?”

“You spoke, I listened.”

Peyton’s voice was gentle, mixed with the soothing sea breeze, as she recounted the events.

Phillip’s immediate response upon hearing the first sentence was, “I killed him for you!”

She smiled lightly and said, “Even if I kill him, it won’t prolong my life. I don’t have much time left.

Before, I donated 80 million dollars to charity. Finally, I found a place for the remaining 80 million

dollars. It’s still his money, after all. Let me pay this ransom for him.”

Phillip remained silent for a while, while Peyton continued, “Don’t mess with him, he’s just a lunatic.

Lunatics in this world are not scary, what’s scary is lunatics who are both rich and powerful. Maybe you

think this place is hidden, but it’s only a matter of time before he finds

it.”

“Don’t you hate him?”

“I have loved him and also hated him. At times, I even wanted to seek revenge on him by causing the

death of his child. But today, after spending a day here, I suddenly feel much calmer.”

Peyton reached out and felt the sensation of the sea breeze slipping through her fingertips. “I think I

have finally found my home, Phillip. How about I buy a resting place for 80 million dollars?”

She wanted to be buried on this island after she had clarified

everything, avenged herself, and completely ended things with that person. How nice.

Phillip was well aware of cancer as he bid farewell to the elders on the island, who departed in great

pain.

I didn’t expect that this thin and fragile woman in front of me would also have such an illness. No

wonder she fainted when she jumped onto the speedboat.

She wasn’t too stupid, she was too weak.

“…Okay,” Phillip agreed to this life–or–death pact.

“Let Chris stay with me for another week, and then we will send him back.”

“Okay.”

Phillip suddenly reached out and pulled her up, saying, “Come with me.”