It's not that I don't want to eat

The man pressed his fingers against his temples, sighing at the complication.

After a moment, his handsome brow relaxed, and he spoke languidly, "Understood. I'll have something sent over shortly."

Is there a problem money can't solve? Only one: not enough of it.

Inside the villa's room.

Mrs. Harris carried a bowl of porridge into the room, along with a piece of paper. 

"Miss Emma, please eat something. This... Mr. Sterling insists you just need to safely deliver the baby, and you can fill in any amount on this check."

Emma Hart glanced at the check. This tactic again? 

But he was indeed generous, allowing her to name her price. His spending was truly lavish.

With a cold laugh, a lonely expression crossed Emma's face as she looked up and asked, "Mrs. Harris, do you also see me as a woman blinded by greed?"

Mrs. Harris immediately shook her head.