Chapter 172

When Andrew finished his words, I saw that Eleanor's eyes were moist, as if she had suffered a great grievance and could not be consoled. She suddenly pursed her lips tightly and seemed to have made up her mind. I did not dare to ask Andrew more. Instead, he kept babbling, "Caroline, we must pay back what we owe to Quincy." I asked impassively, "What about your debt to Eleanor?" Andrew was speechless. Andrew suddenly blew his top. "None of your business." He seemed hurt, hanging up the phone angrily. I put the phone away and said, "I'm sorry. I will liaise with him later." Eleanor's tone suddenly became firm. "It's okay. I can handle this myself. I will refuse him! Quincy has nothing to do with me. I won't donate my kidney to a stranger. I'm not so selfless. I'm far more selfish than you people think me." I did not know how true the last part of her confession was, but the Eleanor before me seemed to have turned into another person. ... Her former hesitation and timidity were