Pitiful Woman

"What should I do? Where can I get so much money?"

Zhang Min sat on the chair, her eyes filled with worry, panic, and extreme anxiety.

Her family was already not well-off, and now that her father was seriously ill and she couldn't borrow money, would she have to watch her father die right before her eyes?

The thought of this outcome tore her heart apart, leaving her in utter despair.

At this moment, she started hating her own incompetence.

If only she had a bit more capability, if only she were better at making money, perhaps she wouldn't be in this state today.

With red eyes, filled with regret and tears streaming down her face, she couldn't bear the thought of her father facing the possibility of death, and her sadness overwhelmed her, rendering her speechless.