"I understand your time spent with William. This money is my personal gesture to you. As a woman living on your own, you'll need it," said May Campbell, taking out a check from her purse and handing it to her. "The old man isn't well and can't stand to be upset. Can you let William visit him?"
Cherish Turner didn't say anything and quietly listened until May finished. She slowly raised her head, only to push the check back to her. In a soft voice, she said, "Madam Griffith, I don't need the money. Actually, without me saying anything, he will go see the chairman. They are family, please don't worry. Madam Griffith, I'll be leaving now."
Cherish smiled, got up, and left the place politely.
Looking at the check, May seemed to realize something was wrong, and though her lips moved, she never said anything in the end.
The weather in July was really beginning to heat up.