The Price of Empathy
Language: en
To afford the expensive rut-suppressant injections for him, I worked multiple part-time jobs day and night, never daring to take a day off even when I was sick. Until one day, I overheard the truth. "Elias ordered a $230,000 bottle of wine, and she's literally killing herself working for a $2,300 injection." "Haha, poor people are so cheap. You just feed them a few lies and they hand over their entire heart." "Just don't take the joke too far. If your Master finds out, it won't end well for you." That was when I finally understood. To him, I was nothing more than an entertaining game to…