"Layla, you are stressing me out, pushing me like this," he said. "I didn't save you simply because it was you. I would have done the same thing even if it was Ivy, Robert, or Hayden in that situation—"
"I know. You are going to say that you saved me to repay my mom," she interrupted him. "I don't want to marry you because you saved me. I have been wanting to marry you for a while now. Don't think that I'm doing this because I feel guilty. I'm not a fool. If I don't like you, you can save my life ten times more and I still wouldn't marry you."
He spotted the determination in her eyes and lowered his head shamefully at her words.
"If you really think that you don't have much longer to live, spend that time with me!" Layla said. "Just think of it as your last chance to spoil me."
In the living room, Ivy and Robert had gone through all the photos and handed the album back to Mr. Santos.
"Do you want to see more? We have other albums of him as well," Mr. Santos offered enthusiastically.
Mrs. Santos was cooking in the kitchen while Mr. Santon kept Ivy and Robert company. He found the two to be just as sweet as Layla was.
"Sure!" Ivy said.
Mr. Santos brought over a few more photo albums that were filled with Eric's photos.
Eric was born handsome, so his parents had been obsessed with taking photos of him.
"Mr. Santos, have you always been rich?" Ivy asked.
"Not really. We only became rich after Eric entered show business. He got famous right away," Mr. Santos said proudly. "His monthly income equaled what we earn for a year, so we stopped working pretty soon after."
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