Casey then promised, "As soon as the bride gets it, I assure you she'll take you and your whole family away from Aurora, to anywhere you wish, and she'll also provide you with a lot of money."

Upon hearing this, Jimena hesitated. Leaving Aurora was her biggest dream.

Jimena yearned for a place with fair laws, where people weren't judged by their status, a place where she could feel safe. She was tired of being seen as a mere commoner. Ambrosia seemed like the perfect escape. In Ambrosia, even those who couldn't read wouldn't go hungry, and those with skills could lead a better life. Her family wouldn't be branded as lowly commoners, scorned by others.

With such an opportunity before her, Davey's threats suddenly seemed less daunting.

Besides, Davey hadn't harmed anyone lately. Maybe he was becoming less volatile, or perhaps she just hadn't witnessed it.

In any case, this prospect deeply moved Jimena!

Jimena looked at Casey, her mind made up. "Madam, I'm willing to help, but how much are you offering?"

Money could sometimes wield great power.

Jimena had served in Aurora for over twenty years. Despite being a qualified doctor, she was never shown any respect. She had worked in the homes of the wealthy, where people looked down on her from their lofty perches.

In Aurora, even middle-class families had their own family doctors.

Jimena had never wanted that role, nor had she wanted to join the Glyn family, but circumstances had forced her hand. Now, an opportunity to shed her commoner status had presented itself. Who wouldn't want to seize the chance to rise above?

Casey hadn't expected Jimena to ask about the money. The amount she had in mind was substantial, but she was out of touch with current prices. If she could get out, she planned to offer an amount that would match the external value.

After some thought, Casey quoted a figure that had been substantial twenty years earlier. “I can offer you five million."

"Five million?" Jimena was shocked. She then scoffed. “Madam, five million wouldn't even buy the clasp of a necklace in your collection."

Jimena knew the value of Casey's jewelry. Each piece was worth tens of millions, all exceptionally high quality.

This was a side of Jimena that Casey had never seen before. The greed that had been lurking beneath the surface finally erupted.

“How much are you asking for?" Casey inquired.

Jimena, realizing Casey was out of touch with current prices, replied, “Eighty million."

Jimena had initially thought to ask for a hundred million, but feared asking too much might jeopardize the negotiation. She voluntarily dropped the price by twenty million, settling on eighty million, which seemed fair.

Casey was taken aback, yet found the arrangement to her liking. She wasn't fond of being in debt to anyone. The arrangement was straightforward. She provided the funds, and Jimena completed the task. She nodded in agreement. “I agree.”