CHAPTER 168: CHAPTER 168: BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO CHOICE

Sheila Yardley lowered her eyes, revealing a hint of pained expression amid a few seconds of silence, then looked up at Caleb Grant, her voice slightly trembling, asking him, "You can really find a suitable kidney source."

Caleb Grant nodded slightly and said lightly, "Yes, the surgery can be arranged anytime, it’s up to you."

Sheila Yardley swallowed her saliva, fully aware of what she was doing and what she would face next, but still felt a bit puzzled, "Why me?"

"Because you have no choice."

Sheila Yardley lowered her head, pulling a bitter smile. Yes, she had no choice.

Anyway, she had already broken up with Ryder Griffin, so it didn’t matter what she became now.

Keeping her head down all the way, she followed behind Caleb Grant into his room.

Her mind was blank, not knowing what her future would be like after taking this step...

"Have you made up your mind? You can still back out now."

Sheila Yardley snapped back to reality, lifted her head to look at Caleb Grant, as if making a decision, appearing prepared to face death, she voluntarily climbed onto his bed and confirmed again, "After it’s done, arrange my mom’s surgery as soon as possible."

Caleb Grant loosened his tie and softly responded, "Mm," then watched Sheila Yardley take off her shoes, clearly nervous and scared, still pretending to be calm, lying on the bed.

She hadn’t gone through this before, not even with Ryder Griffin.

Facing the not-so-familiar Caleb Grant, she could only convince herself to view everything as a transaction, each taking what they needed, she didn’t lose anything.

Watching Caleb Grant take off his suit jacket, kneel on one leg beside her body, Sheila Yardley tightly closed her eyes, her hands tightly clasped together and placed on her chest, expressing her fear and unease.

Caleb Grant saw all her emotions, continuing with what he intended to do.

He grasped her wrists with one hand, raising her hands above her head from her chest.

Soft kisses landed on her neck, Sheila Yardley shrank her neck uncomfortably, unable to escape.

Besides unease, there was a trace of regret in her heart, regretting why the person wasn’t Ryder Griffin.

Sheila Yardley tried to imagine the man on top of her as Ryder Griffin, but thinking of him only brought images of him entwined with Lynn Kendall, making her heartache even more.

Her body was tense, with her rapid breathing revealing her nervousness.

She didn’t open her eyes to look at him, while Caleb Grant’s gaze never left her face.

As his hand gradually increased pressure, he saw clear liquid escaping through her eyes, sliding down her temples and dripping onto the pillow, leaving a dark little dot.

Whose tears was she shedding? That despair and suffering made Caleb Grant feel uncomfortable, for the first time understanding what heartache was.

He thought that as long as she relented, he could see it through to the end and completely have her, but now it seemed he was defeated by her tears.

Sheila Yardley felt him pause, tensing her body, expecting him to make the next move, but instead, he released her hands and got off the bed. Only then did Sheila Yardley open her eyes, looking at him in confusion.

Caleb Grant turned his back on her, picking up the suit jacket from the bedside, retrieving a cigarette box and lighter from inside, lighting a cigarette on his lips, taking a deep breath, exhaling long, releasing white smoke, turning to look at Sheila Yardley, and said, "I don’t want to be like a rapist, you can leave."

Sheila Yardley thought he was dissatisfied with her reaction, quickly sitting up from the bed, fearing that her last hope of saving her mother would also be destroyed, she dropped all dignity, looking at Caleb Grant with teary eyes, saying, "... I don’t know what to do, if somewhere doesn’t satisfy you, you can teach me."

Compared to her former self and now, Caleb Grant felt more and more that the current her made him feel heartache, clearly hating and unwilling to become this kind of person.

Seeing her demeanor and response, she indeed seemed inexperienced, Caleb Grant couldn’t help but ask her, "Never done it?"

Facing such an embarrassing question, Sheila Yardley felt somewhat humiliated, lowered her head, avoiding his gaze, and lightly shook her head.

This answer surprised Caleb Grant, yet secretly pleased him.

"Does your boyfriend know about this?"

Sheila Yardley didn’t know why Caleb Grant asked this, but at this moment, she feared his displeasure would lead to abandoning the transaction.

To him, this transaction might just be one woman, a tool to vent desires, without her, he could easily find another.

Yet, to her, it was hope for her mother’s survival.

"... I’ve broken up with him."

Caleb Grant paused his smoking action, lowered his gaze to look at her, though not understanding the specifics, this result was what he wanted to hear, and she didn’t seem to be lying.

He guessed she came to him for this transaction likely because of the breakup, perhaps out of a momentary pique.

Regardless, he didn’t want to become the villain in her mind.

A cigarette quickly burned out, Caleb Grant stubbed it in the ashtray, turned to sit by the chair near the floor-to-ceiling window, like a king, looking warmly yet cooly at her, saying, "If you’re unwilling, I won’t force you, we can use other methods to repay."

Sheila Yardley looked at him blankly, trembling hands buttoning her shirt, asking him, "What method?"

Caleb Grant paused, after a moment of thought, said, "Can you do housework?"

Sheila Yardley nodded.

"Cook?"

"... A bit."

"Alright, my servant just left, you can come."

Sheila Yardley looked at him in disbelief, as if thinking he was joking, "Are you serious?"

"I’ve said my piece, how you choose is your matter, now there are two choices, one is swift and straightforward, serve me comfortably, everything is canceled; the second choice is what was just mentioned..."

"I’ll choose the latter, I can do housework, also cook, what I can’t do, I can learn."

Seeing her as if grabbing onto a life-saving straw, Caleb Grant didn’t know whether to rejoice with her.

Caleb Grant paused and added, "Move in tonight, hope you can respond 24/7."

Sheila Yardley knew it wouldn’t be easy to serve such a young master, but no matter what, it was much better than selling herself for an exchange, at worst it would just be a bit tiring.

Caleb Grant took up his jacket, stepping toward the door, before reaching the door, Sheila Yardley’s query came again: "... How long does it need to be done?"