Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

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Tiffany was in a difficult position.

The Kelley couple wanted to protect her and take care of her feelings, so they did not say a word about this matter and pretended that nothing had happened.

They did it to protect her.

However, she thought that it was not fair to them, especially to Thalia.

During this period, Thalia had obviously lost a lot of weight. She looked worried. As a mother, she naturally cared about her daughter.

Tiffany took a deep breath and said, "Dad, I want to tell you something."

"Haha, tell me. Why are you being so serious?" Charlie put down his phone and looked at her with a teasing smile. "Just tell

me."

"Dad, about me and..." Tiffany had just started talking when she was interrupted by the servant, who said, "Mr. Kelley, there's a couple with the surname Princeton outside saying that they have something important to see you about!" When Charlie heard that the Princeton couple was there, he was stunned for a moment and immediately said, "Let them in."

"Yes, Mr. Kelley." The servant turned around and left.

Charlie cleared his throat lightly and explained to Tiffany, "Tiffany, this family is not doing well. They're probably here to ask for money. We should help people when we can. Take it as a good thing. Don't be angry, okay?" There was a hint of caution in his gentle appeasing tone.

Tiffany shook her head. "I won't be angry."

She supposed she had no right to be angry.

When the servant led the Princeton couple in, Thalia happened to come out of the kitchen.

She placed the freshly made pancakes in front of Tiffany and smiled gently. "Tiffany, this is your favorite."

"Thanks, Mom." With that, Tiffany lowered her head, picked up the pancakes, and ate them carefully.

At this moment, the Princeton couple had already arrived in the living room.

Charlie and Thalia walked over. Their voices were tense as they asked gloomily, "Tell me, how much do you want?"

"200 thousand dollars," Karl said.

Speechless, Thalia was pissed and wondered, 'How did they spend the money we gave them so quickly? We only gave them 200 thousand dollars a few days ago, and they are asking for more now. Seriously? 'Moreover, they're asking for 200 thousand dollars again.

'Even if our Kelley family has a mountain of gold, it will be squandered sooner or later if this goes

son!"

Obviously, Charlie thought so too. He immediately frowned. "You're asking for too much. You want 200 thousand dollars every now and then? No. I'll only give you twenty thousand dollars this time." Karl said, "Don't be like this, Mr. Kelley. We now need 200 thousand dollars to save her life!"

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Charlie asked, "Save her life? What do you mean?"

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Charlie's first reaction was that they owed something they shouldn't have. His expression immediately turned gloomy.

Karl stomped his feet anxiously and hurriedly took out a wrinkled medical report from his pocket. He said in an urgent and anxious tone, "It's my daughter. She... she's hospitalized." "What?" Charlie and Thalia looked at each other and saw a trace of horror in each other's eyes. Then, they quickly snatched the report.

After they read the lines of words on it, their faces immediately turned pale.

Karl explained, "A long time ago, my daughter felt unwell, but she never went for a checkup. It was only when she fainted last time that I thought of going for a checkup.

"In the end... this is the result. The doctor said that she can only survive if she undergoes a kidney transplant.

"But we both went for a checkup, and none of ours matched hers. Now I want to raise money to find a suitable kidney for my daughter. That's the only way to save her life!"

As Karl spoke, tears streamed down his face. "Please, Mr. and Mrs. Kelley. This surgery is too expensive. We can't afford it. Also, we can't find a suitable kidney at the moment. Melody will die!"

Charlie asked, "Which hospital is she in? Take us to see her!"

Charlie and Thalia hurriedly followed the Princeton couple out, as if they were afraid that something would happen to Melody if they were any later.

Soon, the sound of the car gradually faded away.

In the end, Tiffany couldn't hear anything.

Tiffany sat in the dining room and ate the pancakes. She heard every word of their conversation.

However, she did not move at all and continued to eat her pancakes slowly.

The servants at the side looked at each other, not understanding where the Princeton family was from. They wondered if those people were the Kelley couple's relatives, and they wondered why the Kelley couple was so nervous the moment those people arrived. The more the old servants thought about it, the more they felt that something was wrong. They lowered their voices and muttered, "Does the Kelley family have relatives with the surname Princeton? Where did this family come from?"

Someone said, "Yeah, I also find it strange. Last time, Mrs. Kelley even slapped Miss Kelley for that girl. It's really strange."

They were discussing indignantly when they suddenly heard a creaking sound.

The chair slid across the floor. Tiffany got up from the dining table and walked out expressionlessly with her bag.

She went to school.

Instead of going to the classroom, she entered the art building and went to the studio on the third floor.

It was very quiet there. She was usually the only one there. It was a good place to be undisturbed.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

But this time, when Tiffany stepped into the studio, she saw a slender figure standing quietly in front of the drawing board.

The uninvited guest was Kenneth.

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Tiffany frowned and had the urge to turn around and leave immediately. However, after thinking about it, she suppressed the urge to leave and walked in. She threw her bag aside and found the seat she usually sat in. With the prepared paint beside her hand, she raised her paintbrush and casually painted.

Kenneth was slightly stunned. He did not expect Tiffany to come at this time.

Fortunately, he was already used to being ignored by her, and he never greeted her when they met. They were even more distant than strangers.

However, there was an indescribable tacit understanding between them while they were distant from each other.

In the silent studio, the two of them were very far apart.

One sat in the east, and the other sat in the west. They were sitting in two directions that could not be reached.

Kenneth was still drawing on the paper under his hand, but as he drew, he suddenly became distracted.

He used green in a part that should have been painted in red