In your mother's ward, you remained deep in contemplation, the recent discussion with the doctor still fresh in your mind. You sighed, your voice heavy with despair.

"Where on earth am I going to find the money for my mother's surgery?" you murmured to yourself, the weight of the situation suffocating you.

At the sound of a sudden throat clearing, you turned your attention to find Kayce standing right in front of you.

"I can help you," he stated firmly, his gaze steady on your face.

Kayce immediately stopped you with his words as you got up from your chair to leave.

"I can help pay for your mother's surgery," he reiterated, his words underscored by firmness and conviction.

You spun around, your eyes narrowing as you confronted him.

"Were you eavesdropping?" you accused, skepticism and irritation evident in your tone.

Caught slightly off guard this time, Kayce uncrossed his arms but quickly found an explanation.

"No, I just happened to hear," he insisted, his words barely masking the fact that he had indeed been listening in on your conversation with the doctor.

Reluctantly, you found yourself persuaded by Kayce's words, sitting back down in the chair and slinging your bag's strap over your shoulder.

"What do you want?" you asked curtly, a note of skepticism still lingering in your voice.

Kayce, with a straightforward demeanor, presented his offer to you. "As long as you agree to be my pretend girlfriend, I'll help with your mother's surgery," he said lightly. "And yes, I'll give you a hundred million."

Your eyes widened in shock, nearly making you lose your balance in your chair. "A hundred million?!" you exclaimed, disbelief etched on your face.

Kayce simply nodded.

"No, I don't want it," you said adamantly, rejecting his offer outright.

Kayce's demeanor took a serious turn, a question posed to you with a pointed glance towards your mother's weakening form in the hospital bed.

"If you don't want to, does that mean you don't want your mother to be healthy?"