Chapter 983

Chapter 983:

Earlier today, she had come across several job openings suitable for Evita, but they were challenging and came with few benefits.

Considering Rosalyn was still hospitalized, the thought of Evita facing financial instability troubled her.

Lila’s train of thought was interrupted by her ringing phone.

Startled, she answered, finding it coincidental. She had just been thinking of Rosalyn, who was now on the other end of the line.

“Hello, Mrs. Gordon, this is Lila.” Lila, careful not to intrude on the ongoing bustle around her, stepped aside with her phone pressed to her ear. “Why are you calling me?”

Lila and Evita had been inseparable since they were kids. She could still recall her very first visit to Evita’s house—Rosalyn had greeted her warmly and even gifted her a dainty pen as a token of welcome.

As time went on and Rosalyn learned about Lila’s difficult family situation, she stepped in to help on numerous occasions. Every single year, without fail, Rosalyn prepared a thoughtful gift for Lila’s birthday.

Lila had always held onto those memories, never forgetting Rosalyn’s kindness. Before things soured between her and Evita, she often found time to visit Rosalyn despite her packed schedule.

Recently, she’d been swamped with work, barely finding time to breathe, let alone visit, and now Rosalyn was calling. Was it possible that Rosalyn had learned about her falling-out with Evita?

A twinge of nervousness crept into Lila’s chest. Should she come clean about everything?

Before she could dwell on it, Rosalyn’s frail voice broke through her thoughts.

“Lila, could you lend me some money? I can’t seem to reach Evita.”

The request caught Lila off guard, but she didn’t falter. Without hesitation, she asked, “How much do you need, Mrs. Gordon?” Her brow arched slightly.

Was Evita still asleep at this hour?

Rosalyn didn’t sound well at all. But hadn’t the doctor mentioned during her last visit that they were actively treating her?

Rosalyn hesitated, pausing for a couple of seconds before speaking with difficulty. “I need two hundred thousand. It’s not a small amount. Lila, you don’t have to…”

Rosalyn was well aware of Lila’s family struggles and the fact that she had only recently broken into the elite circle of top models.

She had to pay a mortgage, manage work expenses, and support her family.

Under the tight reins of her agency, Lila’s seemingly glamorous status as a top model was weighed down by countless burdens. Lila had managed to save a little, but two hundred thousand was still a stretch, even for her.

As she considered borrowing the money, Lila remained calm, not letting the pressure show. In that moment, nothing was more important to her than ensuring Rosalyn received the treatment she needed.

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