Chapter 98
A few days after her scar removal surgery, as Yvonne was nearly recovered, Matthew finally made an appearance. He didn’t ask about her health or offer a single word of concern. Instead, he tossed a document onto her bed.
“I had my lawyer draw up a new agreement. But I suggest you think carefully before you sign. Once we break the engagement, there will be no second chances.” He looked down at her with an air of superiority, as if certain she wouldn’t dare to leave him.
Yvonne picked up the agreement, scanned it quickly, and, finding no issues, signed her name without a moment’s hesitation.
Matthew watched her, a surge of inexplicable anger rising within him. “You’d better not regret this, Yvonne. We’ll see what becomes of you after you leave me.” With that parting shot, he stormed out of the room.
Not long after he left, Sandra walked in with a thermal container.
“Sandra, you’re just in time,” Yvonne said, handing her the signed agreement. “Help me donate all of this money to charity in Yvonne’s name. It should go toward supporting anti-trafficking and family reunification efforts p>
“This is worth over a hundred million. Are you sure?” Sandra asked, taking the document.
“Yes,” Yvonne replied with a firm nod. This was the compensation Matthew owed the original Yvonne. Since she was gone, Yvonne wanted the money to do something meaningful. “But I want to hold a formal donation ceremony. Contact as many reporters as you can. I’m a public figure now, after all. We should get credit for doing good deeds.” A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes.
Sandra understood immediately. “Don’t worry,” she said with a smile. “I’ll arrange everything p>
Sandra was incredibly efficient. The day after Yvonne was discharged, the donation ceremony was held. Key figures from the charity were present and the enormous sum had even attracted government officials. The venue was swarming with media.
Yvonne personally handed the Letter of Directed Donation and a giant ceremonial check to the charity’s director. In return, she received an award and public thanks for her contribution.
Then came her speech.
“Hello, everyone. My name is Yvonne. Not long after I was born, I was stolen by human traffickers. I grew up being abused by my adoptive parents. They beat me, starved me, and refused to let me go to school p>
As she spoke, she seemed to
channel the original Yvonne’s pain. Her eyes grew red, and her voice choked with emotion. On the large screembehind her, photos from her past appeared: a painful thin teenage girl covered in bruises, old scars overlapping with new ones, her eyes hollow and filled with
despair as she lay in a hospital bed.
A hush fell over the crowd. The sight of the girl’s suffering filled them with sympathy. The source of this content ɪs
Some of the female reporters began to tear up.
“There are so many other children like me in this world, children who have been trafficked. They are forced into labor, used for breeding, or worse, they don’t even survive. I want to do everything I can to help parents find their lost children and to help those children find their way home. I will continue to support the fight against human trafficking, in the hope that one day, no child will ever be stolen p>