The Unwanted Daughter When Love Comes Too Late novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170 Tracy Asks for His Help

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Ronald never expected that the first time Tracy asked him for help, it would be for something so simple. For a moment, he didn’t even know how to respond.

When she saw his silence, Tracy thought it must be too difficult. “It’s fine,” she said quickly. “If it’s hard for you, I’ll figure something else out-”

“You have come to me for help? How hard could it be?” Ronald finally answered, snapping out of it. “I just didn’t think the first time you’d ask me for help, it’d be over something this small.”

He bent down a little, meeting her eyes. “If you ever need help with anything, just tell me. I don’t want you to be so polite with me.”

His gaze was steady and sincere.

Tracy thought back and realized Ronald had always been this way with her–straightforward, honest, and easy to be around. For the first time in a long while, she felt like she could relax..

She looked at him for a lòng moment, then nodded. “Since you put it that way, there is something I need your help with.”

When she finally spoke, Ronald’s eyes lit up instantly. “Whatever you need, CeeCee, just say it.”

Facing his eager, genuine expression, Tracy felt oddly embarrassed.

She cleared her throat and said, “I–I was hoping to borrow some money.”

Ronald blinked, stunned. “What?”

Asking to borrow money was awkward enough, but the amount Tracy had in mind worsened it. She knew neither of them lived the kind of life where you could casually hand over six figures,

But after seeing Patricia and her grandmother’s graves today, she felt she had to do something.

Choosing her words carefully, she said, “I probably won’t be able to pay you back the full amount in a short time, but I could do installments. The interest-”

Ronald quickly cut her off before she could finish. “CeeCee, have you really never checked the debit card I gave you?”

His voice carried a note of helplessness. “I’ve been depositing money into it every month. That’s for your rent, your living expenses, and what I owed you for saving me. Every dollar in there belongs to you.”

In truth, the money Ronald kept for himself wasn’t even as much as Tracy made from a single commission. He couldn’t lend her more.

Tracy had never once checked that card.

She always considered it to be Ronald’s one–time payment to her, and since she hadn’t planned to take it, she left it alone. She never imagined he had been adding money month after month.

Her gut told her the balance had to be large by now.

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Chapter 170 Tracy Asks for His Help

She frowned slightly, then shook her head with quiet firmness. “You don’t need to give me that.”

Ronald wasn’t surprised. He had expected her refusal.

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He glanced at the freshly cleaned graves nearby and said thoughtfully, “I know what you mean, but whether you’re going up against the Renaults or handling other things, you’ll need money. That money’s just sitting there anyway. Use it. If it makes you feel better, think of it as a loan–with no interest.”

One day, he hoped, she would finally stop being so guarded with him.

When that happened, whether she ever paid him back wouldn’t matter anymore.

His words eased her heart a little.

He was right–whatever she had to face, money was part of it.

Still, if he insisted on giving it as a gift, she would rather find her own way.

Once Tracy was sure about the purpose of the money and how she would use it, she went back that very day to check the balance on the debit card.

To her shock, Ronald had already transferred over five million dollars into the account.

How had he managed that?

Although she felt stunned and curious, she chose not to pry into his secrets.

Instead, she quietly withdrew nearly 300,000 dollars. With it, she purchased graves for Patricia and her grandmother–and ten more empty plots in the same cemetery.

The cemetery was small, tucked away on the edge of the city. Most people didn’t consider it desirable, so very few had bought plots there over the years.

But to Tracy, its stillness and peace made it the perfect resting place.

Ronald had no idea why she would buy so many plots at once, but he could feel the sorrow clinging to her like a shadow.

It was the kind of loneliness that came from being cast aside by the world–forced to keep living when your heart wanted to stop.

A sharp pain pricked at Ronald’s chest.

He stepped closer, forcing a lightness into his voice. “CeeCee, why so many graves?”

Her distant gaze slowly shifted to the ten empty plots. She stayed silent so long that Ronald thought she wouldn’t answer.

But finally, she whispered, “They’re for my friends.”

She paused, then continued, “Over the last two years, I’ve watched them die, one by one, for all sorts of reasons. And I couldn’t even bury them. I don’t even know where their bodies ended up or if they were still whole when they were thrown away.”

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