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When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Chapter 1730
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The echoing slam jolted Devyn back to reality.

She gazed at the closed door with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Unable to stand, her legs gave out and she collapsed.

Today's events marked the end of her friendship with Stella.

Since she decided to copy Stella’s design, she knew this day would come.

But facing it, she realized how painful it was to lose a friend over a mistake.

Yet, she didn’t regret it.

Family safety mattered more than Stella's friendship.

In the evening, Devyn visited Maureen in the hospital.

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Maureen was improving and awake, though sadness lingered in her eyes.

Noticing her mom's distress, Devyn asked gently, “Mom, what's on your mind?”

Maureen fretted about the medical bills.

“It must be costly.

If | can’t get better, we'll...”

Devyn reassured her, “Don’t worry, Mom.

I've made money from the online shop.

We can handle the bills.

Just focus on getting better.

Relieved, Maureen sighed.

“Thank goodness.

It's all my fault.

You must have suffered a lot for my sake.

Devyn choked back tears, denying, “No, don’t blyourself.

Your health is what matters most.

They talked until Maureen dozed off and then Devyn settled the bills.

But the nurse stopped her.

“The bills are paid and there's extra.

Someone took care of it.

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Who could have helped her?

Puzzled, Devyn asked, “Who?”

“She's a real looker,” the nurse mused, pondering for a second before a lightbulb lit up in her mind.

“Oh, she left you a note.

Devyn wrinkled her brow and grabbed the note from the nurse’s grip.

Stella's scribble was unmistakable.

In neat writing, it said, “Devyn, | know you're in a jam, and | hope this bit helps.

But as a friend, | wish you'd cclean about what's been going down.

Devyn stared at the beautifully written note with tears trickling down her face.

She understood that Stella was reaching out, trying to lend a hand.

But Devyn was boxed in.

If she didn’t play ball with that woman, her mom wouldn’t get that kidney.