"Granny Luisa was hospitalized because she was upset?" Cornelia asked anxiously, "Do you know which hospital she's in? I'm going to see her right now."
Before Patricia could answer, the doorbell rang again. Cornelia turned her head to see in the video of the doorbell a gray-haired Granny Luisa and a middle-aged woman standing in the doorway, it was Granny Luisa and her assistant.
Cornelia rushed to open the door, and as soon as she did, Granny Luisa hugged her tightly, "Nelly, I'm so sorry! I owe you and Granny Rebecca an apology."
"Granny Luisa, you've done nothing wrong. Please don't blame yourself," Cornelia hugged Granny Luisa back, then stepped back, "I heard you were hospitalized? How come you're here at my place?"
"Nelly..." Granny Luisa couldn't finish, tears rolling down her face.
Granny Luisa was born into a wealthy family and traveled with her family for business since she was a child. She was a typical powerful woman in her youth, having weathered many storms. In all the time Cornelia had known Granny Luisa, apart from when Granny Rebecca died, this was the first time she had seen her cry.
Cornelia felt a pang in her heart, "Granny Luisa..."
Granny Luisa wiped her tears and said, "It's all Marcus' fault. You can't be left with nothing after the divorce. You have to get what you deserve."
"I don't want it," Cornelia shook her head. She didn't want any further entanglements with Marcus. If she was going to cut ties, she was going to do it completely.
"Sweetie, you can't let your pride blind you to the importance of money. For a woman, having money is what matters most. You don't have to take Marcus' stuff, but you have to take what I give you," Granny Luisa said.
Cornelia understood this. Money was crucial. If she accepted Granny Luisa's gifts, she wouldn't have to worry about her life. But she had her own beliefs, and she believed in her capabilities, "I..."
Granny Luisa didn't give Cornelia a chance to refuse, "I've already given you everything I intended to, I won't take them back and you can't transfer them. They're yours. Now, I'm giving you some more money, so you don't have to work so hard, don't have to wake up early and go to bed late drawing comics."
Cornelia said, "I don't find it tiring. Drawing comics is my hobby and I can make money from it. I'm already better off than many people."
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