
After My Best Friend Contracted Uremia
Chapter 3
Wendy was so angry with me that day.
Not only did she refuse to accept the payment late at night, but she also sent me a long essay.
I glanced at it and it was nothing more than reminiscing about our long-term friendship and accusing me of suddenly changing.
"Yes, yes, you have such a high-speed machine, and remember the principle I told you..."
After sending it, I turned off my phone and went to sleep.
The next day, I was awakened by the sound of knocking on the door, and the neighbors gathered at my door.
"Queenie, please help me. The hospital said if I don't pay, they will move me out. I have no money. I'm really going to die at home..."
When I opened the door, Wendy immediately knelt down in front of me and hugged my thigh tightly.
Her husband also angrily accused me, "Are you still human? You live in a luxury house and buy designer bags, but you don't want to use the money to save your friend?"
The neighbors were confused. I crossed my arms and looked them up and down.
After the two of them cried for a while, I said, "You said you have uremia, but you don't look like you've had chemotherapy."
"Besides, the bracelet on your hand must be worth tens of thousands. Why don't you sell it instead of asking me for money every day?"
"Moreover, the car you drive is the latest model of a certain brand. If you really have no money, shouldn't you mortgage your house and car first?"
I refuted in a clear and logical manner, and the neighbors also noticed the bracelet on Wendy's hand and whispered to each other.
"Exactly! Just look at her. She doesn't look like she's short of money at all!"
"Look at their car. Poor people can't afford to drive it!"
"A true friend wouldn't ask for money unless they have no other way. Wendy, don't think I don't know what you're thinking!"
However, Wendy was not someone who would easily give up.
After hearing our words, she suddenly started taking off her clothes, revealing the bruises on her body.
"Queenie, I really have no other choice. I'm sick and I'm being abused by my husband. I really have no money!"
"Please help me, just this once!"
Everyone gasped when they saw the bruises on Wendy's body.
"Please save me!"
Wendy cried and signaled to her husband.
Her husband also raised his fist, pretending to want to hit her.
Immediately, a kind neighbor stepped forward and stopped him.
"Let's talk it out, no violence!"
I raised an eyebrow and looked down at her scar, which was indeed shocking.
But if it weren't for the paint smudge on the cuff, I would have believed it.
Wendy instantly cried even louder.
"I know you are the best! Queenie, you will definitely help me, right?"
I smiled and quickly called the police. '"Hello? My friend is seriously ill and being abused by her husband. Please save her! And I want to sue her husband, an abuser! I want him not only to be kicked out, but also to spend a few days in jail..."
Before I could finish, Wendy suddenly stood up and snatched my phone.
"No, no, it's all a joke between me and my friend, it's all fake..."
Wendy hurriedly hung up the phone, and everyone's expression changed when they saw her.
"So you haven't been abused."
"If there's no abuse, then sell your car and house and get proper treatment. I will support you and wait for your recovery!"
I gave Wendy a meaningful look, and she immediately stomped her foot in anger and left with her husband.
You couldn't compete with me.
I had seen this trick before in my previous life!