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"Bitch! 1 million dollars?! Have you gone mad as your shameless mother?"

Being harshly slapped by her father, Elisa felt dizzy as a searing pain spread across her face.

Getting angrier as he spoke, her father wanted to give her another slap, but he was held back by his assistant.

"You abandoned your own wife and daughter! How dare you speak ill of my mom!"

Elisa's face was swollen, her hair sticking to her sweaty cheeks, but she still stubbornly looked at the man in front of her.

Through the glass door, she could see her disheveled appearance and onlookers gossiping about her on the sly.

She knew they were mocking her. But she didn’t care about anything except saving her mother.

"Your mother asked you to here, right? Damn, she's truly despicable. She was the one who wanted a divorce at first. She'd rather give up all her belongings than stay marriage with me. Now, she dare to push you to ask me for money. Shame on her!"

Elisa turned her head and saw her father cursing her mother, he starred at her with eyes full of hatred and disgust.

She felt extremely disappointed at this moment, but she still tried to keep calm, "No, my mother doesn't know that I came there. It was my own decision to ask you for money."

"Oh? It's you? Can't you handle the tough life with your mother anymore? So are you regretting your decision to leave with your mother and now want to come back to me? But I already have another daughter now, I don't want you anymore!”

“You have the same tainted blood as that woman, just looking at you disgusts me. You better get out of my office right now!"

"Mr. Barson, my mom is seriously ill and needs an organ transplant surgery. Her health insurance cannot cover it, and she has to pay for the medical expenses herself, but we don’t have the money.”

“The divorce agreement you made was unfair, you didn't even give her a single penny. So now I'm begging you, please return the money that belongs to my mom. Without the money, she will die!"

Just as Elisa mentioned the divorce agreement, her father suddenly slammed the photo frame hard onto her head.

The sharp edges of the frame cut Elisa’s forehead, and thick blood flowed down, obstructing Elisa's vision.

Elisa was only shocked for two seconds. She wiped the blood from her eyes as if she couldn't feel the pain, and still looked up at her father, Jorge Barson.

"Mr. Barson, I know you have a new wife and a new daughter now.I can guarantee that we will never appear again, as long as you give me 1 million dollars to let my mother have the surgery."

"If you refuse to return the money, I am afraid I will sell all the scandals of the Barson family to the paparazzi. Although it takes time to make money, I believe I will eventually gather 1 million dollars.”

“So, Mr. Barson, please think twice. Is the reputation of the Barson family worth 1 million dollars to you?"

Elisa's sudden threat startled Jorge Barson, and he stared fiercely at this unfamiliar daughter in front of him:

"You wishful thinking! You want money, huh? Ask the bitch come to me personally, kneel in front of me and beg. I will hold a press conference and ask her to admit that she wanted a divorce because she cheated on me!”

“If she agrees, I will give her 1 million dollars to save her filthy body.. If she doesn't agree, then she can wait for death. Anyway, after she dies, I will attend her funeral."

With a final disgusted look at Elisa, Jorge Barson walked away with his assistants and bodyguards.

Watching Jorge Barson's departing figure, Elisa wanted to chase after him. The conditions he proposed were too malicious, Elisa would never let her mom plead with him!

As Elisa took a step forward, her head wound suddenly began to throb intensely, causing her to collapse to the ground, losing consciousness.

“Oops!”

Elisa was abruptly awakened by a faintly recognizable mocking laughter after an unknown period of time.

"How come the beggar?"

The person speaking was Olivia, Jorge Barson's illegitimate daughter.

After Elisa's parents divorced, Jorge Barson married his mistress and publicly acknowledged Olivia as his daughter.

"Oh, it's my sister. My bad, I thought it was some beggar."

Olivia circled around Elisa, who was lying on the ground, and suddenly covered her mouth, laughing with a gloating expression.

"Sister, I heard that you and your mother are in need of money? I still have fifty thousand dollars of pocket money left this month. Should I help you out?"

As Olivia spoke, she slowly took out a checkbook from her handbag and sarcastically looked at Elisa.

"No need for your fake sympathy!"

Elisa knew that Olivia was deliberately humiliating her and would never help her. She didn't want to waste time with this hypocritical woman, so she endured the pain in her head, stood up and prepared to leave the office.

"Elisa, I know why you came here today. Five hundred thousand dollars, don't you think your mother's life is worth that much? Don't make me say it twice, all of Daddy's money belongs to my mother and me. We won't give you a penny. Your mother deserves to die!"

Upon hearing Olivia curse her own mother, Elisa could no longer restrain herself and immediately rushed back to give Olivia a hard slap.

"You dare to hit me, you bitch!"

Olivia also reached out to grab Elisa's hair. The two of them started fighting.

"Enough!"

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from nearby, stopping Elisa and Olivia's brawl.

But when Elisa saw the woman's face, she clenched her fist in anger.

The person who arrived was Suelen, Jorge's former mistress and the current Mrs. Barson.

This shameless woman destroyed her mother's marriage through despicable means.

"Mom! You finally came! Look, this bitch Elisa grabbed me and even slapped me!"

Upon seeing Suelen's arrival, Olivia immediately became arrogant.

Suelen gently comforted her daughter and assured her that she teach Elisa a painful lesson.

Suelen turned to Elisa, her face filled with mockery. She took out a cigarette from her pocket, lit it, and took a puff, blowing smoke rings as she spoke,

"Elisa, you're just a naive, foolish girl. You're not even a match for your own mother, let alone me. So don't attempt to challenge me.”

“You need money to save your mother's life, but your father doesn't want to give you any penny. He despises your mother to the core, and he would be delighted if she died.”

“I want to make a deal with you. If you're willing, I can give you five hundred thousand dollars."

Suelen was a malicious and scheming woman. Elisa had been wary of her, but when she heard her offer to give her five hundred thousand dollars, Elisa's heart skipped a beat.

If it meant saving her mother's life, she was willing to make a deal even it was the devil.

Suelen noticed Elisa's hesitation and smiled as she spoke,

"The Barson family has a business alliance that was arranged by your grandfather many years ago. Recently, the famaily found us and demanded that the alliance should be fulfilled. ”

“Due to some reasons, your father cannot refuse their request. Therefore, the Barson family must have a daughter marry into their family.”

“My daughter would never be a tool for alliance, and she certainly won't marry into such unknown small family. But you’re different, as lowly as you are, you are also a daughter of the Barson family. If you return to the Barson family and marry in place of my daughter, it will fulfill the alliance.”

“Trade your marriage for a sum of five hundred thousand dollars in order to save your mother's life. Henceforth, you will serve as a pawn in the Barson family's alliance, and comply with my instructions, never divorce.”

"Do you accept this deal?"

"I do!"

Elisa knew there must be a conspiracy behind this marriage, and Suelen was definitely hiding something. However, she had no better choice at the moment, so she agreed without any hesitation.

"Since you're willing, that's great."

Surprisingly, Elisa agreed so quickly, Suelen and Olivia exchanged a joyful glance.

Suelen took out a check from her bag and handed it to Elisa.

"I'm much more generous than your father. Here's two hundred thousand dollars. I'll give you another three hundred thousand after your wedding."

"Deal."

Elisa took the check and turned around, striding out of the office. She had achieved her goal for today, and she didn't care who gave her the money as long as it could immediately save her mother's life.

"Mom, I'm so happy. I don't have to marry that vegetative man! And from now on no one dares to take my Yan brother away from me."

As Elisa's figure disappeared from sight, Olivia clung to Suelen's arm and coquettishly said.

"Silly girl, even if she doesn't marry, she doesn't have the qualifications to compete with you. Remember, you are the only daughter of the Barson family!”

“As for Elisa, marrying a man in a vegetative state, her life is ruined. Let's wait and see the show."

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"Elisa! Look at Twitter!"

Just as Elisa had finished tending to her wounds at home, she received a message from a friend. Curiously, she opened Twitter and discovered that the top trending news at the moment was:

"Barson Group CEO's illegitimate daughter comes to claim her father, and Mrs. Barson pays a huge check to settle the dispute," the accompanying picture was of Suelen handing her the check.

Elisa felt a wave of irony as she read the comments below.

"Oh My God, the Barson Group CEO always seemed so loving towards his wife. Who would have thought he would do something like this and even let his illegitimate daughter show up!"

"The Barson family always appears as a happy family of three at various charity events and donation sites. Mr. Barson is undoubtedly a kind"hearted entrepreneur. This incident must be a setup by the gold digger in the photo!"

"It's obvious she's here for the money. This woman must have deliberately approached Mr. Barson for money! We must not let her succeed!"

Countless insults followed.

Elisa clenched her fingers. She could easily guess who was behind this, but until she received the remaining 300,000 dollars, she had to endure it. Taking care of her mother's illness was the most important thing at the moment.

Elisa entered her mother's ward, there was another patient in this ward before, but he just got discharged, so now only her mom is left.

Feeling angry about the Twitter incident. Elisa took a deep breath and sat by her mother’s side as usual, ready to sing to her mother.

The doctor encouraged her to sing regularly because she had a beautiful voice. Her singing was moving, as if it could touch souls and hearts. Sometimes, her mother would have a slight reaction when she heard her singing. So, Elisa developed the habit of singing to her mother every day.

As usual, Elisa opened her phone and prepared to record the song she sang today to upload it to YouTube. She was also a blogger with tens of thousands of followers.

After finishing setting up her phone, Elisa began to sing "My Heart Will Go On". This was her favorite song, and only when she sang it could she feel a moment of tranquility.

Every night in my dreams

I see you, I feel you,

That is how I know you go on

Far across the distance

And spaces between us

You have come to show you go on

...

Elisa's voice became choked up. The lyrics were exactly what she wanted to express to her mother. "Mom, when will you wake up?"

After finishing the song, Elisa wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and uploaded the audio to her YouTube account. Then she lay down next to her mother and fell into a sleepy daze.

......................

Meanwhile, in a private luxury nursing romm, the instruments on both sides of the hospital bed were emitting a rhythmic ticking sound.

There was a slender man lying on the single bed, he had curly blonde hair, thick eyebrows, and long eyelashes.

Despite his tightly closed eyes, his former charm could still be discerned from the contours of his face and his features. His complexion was unusually pale, and he was peacefully asleep, with even his breathing barely audible.

Next to his ear, there lay a vibrant phone with the YouTube subscription list displayed on the screen. At that moment, a new video was being refreshed.

The video page showcased an adorable microphone icon, and after a few seconds of buffering, it automatically began playing.

A sweet and pure voice resonated, smooth and captivating. Even without any musical accompaniment, it managed to evoke emotions and strike a chord with the listeners.

At that moment, she was singing the theme song from Titanic.

Love can touch us once

And last for a lifetime

And never let go until we're gone

.....

Charles had just stepped out of the bathroom and was about to retrieve his phone, which he had left beside Mr. Fischer, when suddenly he heard the computer in the observation room emit a series of beeping alarms.

Raising his gaze, he noticed the data line on the instrument fluctuating dramatically.

Startled, Charles quickly comprehended what was transpiring and immediately sprinted towards the door.

"Doctor! Doctor! Mr. Fischer is awake!"

The previously empty VIP hospital room was now filled with people.

"It's strange. I just saw the vital sign data fluctuating and heard the alarming noise. How did it return to silence?" Charles said, slightly annoyed.

"Based on the displayed data, Mr. Fischer's brainwaves did react just now. This situation is very rare," said Dr. Smith.

"Today, I was planning to find some singing videos for Mr. Fischer. He must have reacted to an audio in one of them!"

Wilson quickly opened his phone and went to the Youtube page, finding the audio that had just played.

Dr. Smith took the phone and saw one strange account, the blogger's profile picture was a small microphone symbol. The account name was simple, just "Melody Maestro."

Dr. Smith clicked on other audios on Melody Maestro's homepage, and the previously stable machine once again emitted beeping alarm sounds.

"This girl's voice can stimulate Mr. Fischer's brainwaves! This is the first time in three years that Mr. Fischer has reacted to external sounds.”

“Find her and take her to Mr. Fischer's side. Talk to Mr. Fischer every day. Maybe it can wake him up," said Dr. Smith.

............

Elisa was awakened by the vibration of her phone.

When she woke up, she realized that she had been sleeping next to her mother's hospital bed all night. She opened her phone and saw that it was a call from Olivia.

"Get to St. Paul's Cathedral within an hour, remember the promise you made to my mom, or else you can forget about getting the rest of the money."

Before Elisa could reply, Olivia had already hung up the phone.

Elisa knew St. Paul's Cathedral, the most respected and admired church in New York. Registering for a wedding here required at least six months of advance booking.

Elisa was surprised that the family could arrange a wedding at St. Paul's Cathedral so quickly. She quickly got up to freshen up and double"checked that she looked presentable before leaving the house.

As she walked to the hospital downstairs and got into her second"hand car that she bought two years ago, Elisa suddenly noticed a bunch of YouTube notifications on her phone.

Upon opening them, she discovered a series of follow, subscribe, and tip prompts. She found that one of her fans had subscribed to YouTube Premium. A user with a red profile picture and no nickname had sent her Super Thanks for every video she had posted.

And not just one, but a hundred of them...

Elisa felt confused and quickly realized that her paying fan had sent her a Super chat, asking for her phone number without introducing himself or stating his purpose.

Elisa, of course, didn't respond to such a risky message and immediately added the person to her blacklist.

St. Paul's Cathedral was far from the city center. Elisa rushed there as fast as she could. When she finally arrived, Olivia and Suelen were already waiting for her at the main entrance. Suelen let out a sigh of relief upon seeing Elisa.

Olivia was angry. How dare this bitch make them wait for so long! Olivia rubbed her sore feet from wearing high heels. Today, Elisa was the bride, but Olivia had purposely dressed herself more dazzlingly to outshine her.

But when the mother and daughter arrived at the church, they were told they had to wait for the bride before they could enter. So the two of them had no choice but to stand at the entrance and wait.

When Elisa approached them, the mother and daughter gave her a disdainful glance and then turned to walk towards the entrance of the church.

A middle"aged man in a black suit approached them and glanced at the three of them before politely smiling at Elisa, "Excuse me, are you the bride, Miss Samers?"

Elisa nodded politely, "Please follow me, the cosmetologist is already waiting for you."

After Elisa left with the middle"aged man, Olivia stomped her foot in anger.

"Mom, what's the deal with that family? Weren't they supposed to be some insignificant small family? How did they manage to book St. Paul's Cathedral so quickly?"

"Booking a church ain't that big a deal, just chill, sweetheart. Country bumpkin's still a country bumpkin."

Also there are many doubts in her mind, Suelen maintained a disdainful and contemptuous expression on her face.

"Indeed," Olivia agreed.

"A person who has been in a vegetative state for many years is certainly not someone of significance!"

Sitting in front of the dressing mirror, Elisa had gotten ready and changed into the white wedding gown brought by the costume designer.

As she stared at herself in the mirror, Elisa got lost in thought. She had never imagined what she would look like on her wedding day, let alone that her wedding would be the result of a trade.

A bitter smile crossed Elisa's delicate face. She had no idea what the man she was about to marry looked like.

The wedding was set to start in twenty minutes, Elisa felt it was unusually long. Just as she decided to get up and take a breath by the window, she heard the sound of high"heeled footsteps outside.

Elisa turned around and saw a wealthy woman in a tight red sweater dress walking in.

Her hair was elegantly styled, adorned with a pair of sparkling ruby earrings. Around her neck was a precious diamond necklace, giving her a very luxurious appearance.

Anna's sharp gaze carefully examined Elisa from head to toe. She was pleased with Elisa upon their first meeting.

The girl's fair skin was smooth, and her delicate makeup made her look radiant, like a budding red rose. The white wedding gown hugged her graceful figure, and the skirt design perfectly showcased all her best features, making her appear pure and elegant.

"Are you Elisa, the girl chosen by the Barson family to marry my son?"

"Mrs. Fischer, nice to meet you." Elisa quickly confirmed the identity of the person in front of her. She must be her future mother"in"law.

Elisa remained composed and politely nodded at Anna.

"I don't know what the Barson family has told you, but I hope you know that my son is special, he is in a vegetative state.He has been in a coma for three years. You still have a chance to back out now." Anna stared at Elisa, her eyes fixed on her, unwilling to miss any emotions on her face.

Upon hearing that the person she was going to marry was in a vegetative state, Elisa was shocked for a few seconds, but quickly regained her composure.

Her marriage was already a trade, and a vegetative person couldn't do anything to her, it is worthy, right?

"Mrs. Fischer, I have no regrets. Since I am marrying into the Fischer family, I will take care of Mr. Fischer." Anna looked at Elisa, who stood firm in front of her, and her expression softened slightly.

"As long as you have thought it through, you need to know that my son may never wake up, but you must stay by his side and never leave him for the rest of your life."

"I will. However, I hope that after marrying your son, you will not interfere with my freedom. I still need to complete my studies and pursue a normal career in the future."

"As long as you don't bring disgrace to the Fischer family and don't do anything that would hurt my son, I can agree to this condition. I also need you to sign a prenuptial agreement with our family." Anna's response was even more straightforward.

Elisa didn't know if her choice would make her regret it in the future, but she knew that the most important thing now was to get the money for her mother's surgery.

Suppressing the uneasiness in her heart, Elisa nodded, "Okay."

The lawyer on the side took out a document and placed it in front of Elisa.

Elisa had never experienced such a situation before and was worried about being deceived, so she carefully read through each clause.

After finishing reading, Elisa breathed a sigh of relief.

There were no abnormal terms in the contract. In general, she was not eligible to divide the Fischer family's estate and could not initiate a divorce.

Only the Fischer family had the power to dissolve the marriage.

They were probably also on guard in case their son woke up and didn't like her, so they could request a divorce and find someone he liked.

Elisa also hoped that her son would wake up soon and end this marriage.

So, decisively, Elisa signed her name on the agreement.

"Mrs. Fischer, I have finished reading it, and there are no issues."

Anna looked at Elisa in front of her. She was decisive yet not reckless, clearly knowing what she wanted. This kind of girl was someone she admired.

Anna smiled warmly at Elisa and reached into her handbag, producing a bank card. "Here is $100,000. It's a gift from me to you, a warm welcome to the Fischer family."

Elisa was taken aback. $100,000! She was astounded by her future mother"in"law's generosity. Hadn't she heard that they came from a less affluent background?

"Young lady, don't be too surprised. About Fischer family, there is much more beyond your imagination.

But don't believe anything about us from your stupid father and greedy stepmother, they are just a bunch of ignorant creeps.

About you, I did a research and know all your stories. You are lucky to marry my son.

Your mother's health is very bad. One successful surgery can only help stabilize her, but can not save her completely. She needs several other surgeries too.

Thus one million dollars is just for a beginning.

But don't worry, you belongs to Fischer family now. As long as you behave yourself and listen to me, I will pay for all your mother's medical bills. You don't need to worry about money anymore."

Mrs. Fischer's words shocked Elisa greatly. There was much more to this Fischer family than she had ever thought. Mrs. Fischer also seemed to have no regard for her father or his family at all.

Elisa stared earnestly into Mrs. Fischer's eyes for three minutes and then solemnly said:

"OK. I trust you, and I'm willing to make that deal with you."

Now Elisa was hopeful for the future. After all, a vegetative husband would not interfere with her life. In addition, the Fischer family had granted her freedom. He was her husband in name only, and she could pursue her own desires.

Mrs. Fisher was very satisfied with Elisa’s answer and said gently:

"Young lady, I like you very much. I have always wanted a daughter like you. Thus I allow you call me mother from now on. I will treat you as my daughter during the duration of your marriage with my son.

In addition, there is one more matter I need you to solve as soon as possible."

Anna suddenly turned serious, leaving Elisa feeling perplexed.

"Our Fischer family needs an heir. I hope you can bear a child for my son!"