Halsey rushed to Dwight''s side, trying to stop the game. "Dwight, don''t go along with Gilbert''s game. This could hurt your body. If you really need money, I can-"


    Dwight nced at her, and Halsey Immediately fell silent.


    She hadn''t meant to say that it was just that she didn''t want him to hurt himself for the sake of money.


    Dwight looked at the foreman. "We can start now."


    The foreman began loading cement bags onto Dwight''s shoulders, one by one, quickly reaching eight bags. Then, the foreman added a ninth and a tenth bag.


    Gilbert watched eagerly, pping his hands. "Wow! I didn''t expect you to push yourself so hard for money. Here''s


    one, two...!


    Gilbert tossed two hundred dors onto the ground.


    The foreman continued stacking bags-eleven, twelve.


    "Three, four hundred."


    Gilbert kept tossing money onto the ground.


    With twelve bags now on Dwight''s shoulders, his face remained expressionless, but the sweat on his forehead dripped relentlessly, and his uniform was soaked through


    Halsey wanted to stop it, but no matter what she said, it felt wrong. She could only watch helplessly.


    The foreman, visibly ufortable, spoke up. "Dwight, if you can''t take any more, just say so."


    But Dwight didn''t utter a word.


    The foreman added more bags-thirteen, fourteen.


    "Five hundred, six hundred."


    Gilbert threw six hundred dors onto the ground


    Halsey looked at the scene, knowing that Dwight was a person with a lot of pride. But with fourteen bags on his shoulders, it was clear that the weight was bending his spine.


    She turned to Gilbert, her voice firm. "Enough, Gilbert! Stop!"


    At that moment, a melodious ringtone broke the tension-it was Dwight''s phone.


    The foreman immediately called for a halt. "Dwight, someone''s calling you. Let''s stop here."


    Dwight paused, carefully cing the fourteen bags of cement at their designated spot before returning to the


    group.


    Gilbert nced at the six hundred dors on the ground. "The money''s right here. Take it. It''s yours."


    Dwight bent down to pick it up.


    Before he could reach it, a delicate white hand moved faster Halsey crouched down, gathered all the money, and dusted off the dirt from the bills. Then, she stood up and pushed the money into Dwight''s arms. "Here you go. Six hundred dors."


    Chapter 379.


    $75 BONUS


    Dwight looked into Halsey''s bright, almond-shaped eyes for a moment before taking the money. He turned to Gilbert with an icy look.


    "Thanks, Mr. Gilbert. If you ever want to throw more money around, just call me. I''m always happy to y along."


    Gilbert immediately stood up, furious. "You little..."


    Gilbert never expected Dwight to be soposed, so open, and without a hint of self-pity.


    Dwight pulled out his phone-it was a call from his mother He quickly answered the call, but instead of Tina''s voice, it was Madeline''s.


    Madeline''s voice was frantic and tearful. “Dwight, something happened to Mom... Sob..."


    Dwight''s expression fell. "Maddy, what happened to Mom? Stop crying for a sec. Just tell me what''s going on."


    "Mom copsed today! Mrs. Hart and I rushed her to the hospital, but they said we needed to take her to a bigger hospital for a full check-up. Where''s that big hospital? I''m so scared..."


    Madeline, only in her first year of junior high, waspletely overwhelmed. Dwight gripped his phone tightly. "Wait right there. I''ming now." He hung up the phone, then immediately turned and started running. Halsey called after him. "Dwight, where are you going? Wait for me!"