All Chapters of Why the Crocodile Tears?: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Theo, that's enough." Gregory's voice was devoid of emotion. Yet, there was no room for negotiation.Upon hearing it, everyone turned to look at him, surprise flickering across their faces. Gregory had never cared about anyone else's well-being. However, he'd just intervened to stop this.Theo froze for a moment, feeling complicated. He'd never expected Gregory to ultimately help Anathea. In the past, Gregory had never once hidden his contempt for Anathea. Theo still couldn't believe that Gregory would step in.Anathea was somewhat surprised when she heard Gregory's words. However, she still didn't put down the wine glass. As long as she finished this last glass, she would receive three million dollars, which was enough to cover Fiona's medical expenses. Thus, after just a brief pause, Anathea tightened her grip on the glass and raised her head. But in the next moment, a tall and imposing figure stepped in front of her. A strong hand grasped her wrist and snatched the glass a

Anathea froze for a moment. Did Gregory just say he would give her three million?But when her gaze met his deep, unreadable eyes, a faint tremor ran through her chest.She knew very well that Gregory was a businessman who only dealt in profit and loss. If she wanted something from him, there would always be a price to pay. And that price…Gregory's eyes were like those of a hawk; he looked at her as though she were prey. But Anathea had no other choice."I'll give you five seconds to decide."The faucet dripped, each droplet echoing like a hammer against her heart."Yes," Anathea said, her voice barely a whisper. It was a difficult decision. Gregory let out a mocking laugh, amusement filling his eyes.She didn't need him to tell her what to do next as she drew back her hand from his chest and slowly reached out to him.Seeing her slightly trembling fingers, Gregory curled his lips and yanked off his tie. He grabbed her wrists and bound both of her hands together, giving her

Anathea woke up feeling parched.The heat coursing through her body made her feel like a fish stranded onshore, gasping for water. Every inch of her body ached as if it had been taken apart and put back together again.She struggled to open her eyes, and when she realized Gregory was no longer there, the tension inside her loosened just a little.As she propped herself up, the blanket slid down to her waist. That was when she noticed there wasn't a single unmarked spot on her body.She didn't care. Her gaze fell on the nightstand to find a check for three million there, down to the last cent. There wasn't a penny more. It was as if he was telling her that was exactly what she was worth.Anathea curled her lips slightly. At the very least, Gregory kept his word.To him, three million was nothing. It was just like every check he'd ever given her before—nothing more than a payment after he used her to satisfy himself.Still, Anathea took the check without hesitation. For the sake o

Anathea didn't know why Fiona had suddenly asked that. But with Fiona's surgery coming up, Anathea didn't want to worry her.Hence, she smiled and replied, "No, he's treating me well."Despite what she said, images flashed through her mind—Gregory gripping her chin, looking at her with pure disdain."I didn't know you were this cheap, Anathea. A mere three million is all it takes for you to sell yourself?""If you're going to sell yourself, then make some noise. Who are you putting on this half-dead act for?"Every word was like a fine silver needle, piercing countless wounds into her heart. The pain seeped deep into her bones, making it hard to breathe.Yet, she still wore a faint smile when she was with Fiona. "I'm telling the truth, Mom. Don't worry about me. I'm doing fine."Fiona didn't speak right away. She simply looked at Anathea, taking in how much thinner her daughter's face had become. Her heart ached, but seeing Anathea still smiling, she nodded."I just want you to

Fiona's tone was dripping with mockery.Gregory frowned slightly. No one had ever dared to mock him so openly right to his face."What do you mean, Mrs. Jacobson? I don't understand."Fiona laughed. "You don't understand? I don't care whether you really don't understand or if you're just pretending not to. I just have one question for you—when exactly did you start having a mistress?"A flicker of confusion crossed Gregory's eyes. "Mistress? Who are you talking about?""Don't play dumb with me!" Fiona raised her voice. "Besides that woman in the ward, who else is there?"Gregory finally realized Fiona was talking about Natalie and replied calmly, "That woman in the ward is like a daughter to my mom.""Like a daughter?" Fiona scoffed coldly. Seeing his indifferent attitude, she sneered. "I didn't know your family's into role-playing."Gregory's expression darkened, and his tone turned ice-cold. "Mrs. Jacobson, watch your mouth. I'm only giving you some respect because you're Xan