Chapter 244 A Check, Again


    "I shouldn’t have hit my sister..." No longer able to withstand his fear for Henry, Jason bawled.


    Mrs. Frey felt worse for Jason, simultaneously resenting Henry and Yvonne even more. She nudged


    her husband beside her, hinting him to say something.


    Sighing inwardly, Mr. Frey spoke up. "Henry, Jason hit Yvonne, but you hit him back too. Let''s call it


    a tie."


    "Impossible. This isn''t done just yet," Henry refused directly.


    Yvonne looked at him, then at Mr. Frey. Her lips moved to say something but no words escaped


    ultimately. Forget it. It was better that she stayed invisible. This was Henry''s first time picking a fight


    for her, and she was not going to stop him. Besides, she liked how he looked when he fought for


    her.


    "This isn''t done? What else do you want?" Mrs. Freyshed out when she heard Henry. "You''ve


    beaten Jason up to this state and I haven''t even asked you forpensation, you..." 2


    "Shut up!" Mr. Frey rebuked his wife, anxious, when he saw Henry scowling.


    Mrs. Frey who was indignant could only mp her mouth shut unwillingly when she saw her


    husband eyeing her repeatedly. She was not stupid. She knew that she would not get anything if


    they really pushed


    Henry too much.


    Mr. Frey let out a breath of relief before he stered o n a smile. "Sorry, Henry. This is the temper of


    the mother.”


    "I''ve long known Mrs. Frey''s temper. You don''t have to brush me off with unnecessary words, Mr.


    Frey. I just want to know why you hit her!" Henry pointed at Yvonne while thetter hung her head


    bitterly.


    She always had the answer to this question, but it was exactly because of it that she felt worse. She


    had juste in through the door and was condemned by all o f them before she could say


    anything. Once they were done, Jason gave her a p. From the beginning to the end, she had no


    chance to say a word. She thought that it might not just be a p that she would''ve gotten if Henry


    did note in time.


    "Uh..." Mr. Frey nced at Yvonne darkly before he quickly casted his eyes down to conceal it and


    said with a sigh, "It''s not that we want to hit her. She’s the one who did us wrong in the first ce."


    "What has she done wrong?" Henry asked purposely with a squint.


    Thinking that he did not know anything, Mr. Frey thought quickly andmented, "Horrible girl! We


    asked her to contribute some money so that her brother could get married but she refused to even


    give a penny. Jason''s girlfriend went to the hospital and aborted their baby because of it. Henry, do


    you think she''s even right?"


    Mr. Frey pointed at Yvonne like she was a grave disappointment as he spoke. Thetter closed her


    eyes in self-deprecation, not saying anything.


    There was an icy gleam in Henry''s eyes when he caught it. He took a step to the side and kept her


    behind him without a sound. "I think she''s right!”


    "What?" Mr. Frey was startled while Mrs. Frey widened her eyes in disbelief. Even Jason had


    forgotten to howl, feeling the resentment within him peaking.


    "What?" Henry smirked when he saw the three Freys staring at him in disbelief. "Am I wrong?"


    "No, Henry," Mr. Frey said, "Henry, I was saying that this girl..."


    "You don''t have to repeat it. I heard it loud and clear, but she''s done nothing wrong in my opinion.


    Absolutely correct, if I have to say. She''s just a sister. What does Jason Frey wanting to get married


    have got to do with her? Shouldn''t you parents be the one paying?" Henry crossed his arms.


    Mr. Frey was bbergasted. "But - but she''s Jason''s sister. She’s so rich. Shouldn''t she offer to give


    some money?”


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    "She’s rich but her moneyes from me. Without my permission, she can''t give it to others. You


    parents, however, are exceptionally shameless. You leech on your daughter so matter-of-factly,


    unbelievable.” Henry nced at them derisively.


    Mrs. Frey and Jason were unfazed by his words. In their opinion, Yvonne Frey should be giving


    them the money. Instead, it was Mr. Frey who got flustered from the shame and anger.


    "You guys say that it''s Yvonne''s fault that Jason Frey''s girlfriend aborted the baby. Is the baby


    Yvonne''s?” Henry spoke again, but no one answered him.


    Yvonne could not help rolling her eyes, feeling the absurdity. What did he mean if the baby was


    hers? She was a girl - could she impregnate another girl?


    "Since the baby’s not Yvonne''s, why are you putting the me on her? Just because she didn’t give


    you money? I mentioned just now that she has no obligation to give you a single cent. The duty is


    on both of you as the parents. You aren''t capable of producing the money and lost your grandchild.


    So the real culprits should be you guys!"


    Henry’s finger was outstretched, pointed at Mr. and Mrs. Frey before it stopped at Jason Frey.


    After the kick just now, Jason was extremely fearful of Henry. He dared not even meet his eyes.


    Now that he saw the man was pointing at him, he ran back to his room with a yelp.


    Abandoned by their son, both Mr. and Mrs. Frey were fuming but they were helpless. They only had


    this son. Although they were angry that he had escaped on his own, they were unwilling to resent


    him because of it. They could not do it either.


    "Henry, we know we’re at fault too but we don''t have any money. If we did, of course we''d be happy


    to give i t to Jason so he could get married. It''s because we can''t that we ask Yvonne. But we went


    to her a few times and this girl didn''t even relent.” Mrs. Frey threw the me back to Yvonne.


    Yvonne could not hold back anymore. She moved out from behind Henry and said, "If Jason''s


    getting married and you’re asking for a thousand dors or two, I''d give it without hesitation. But you


    asked for two hundred thousand dors. How am I supposed to have that?"


    "Didn''t Henry just say that he gives you money??” Mrs. Frey was relentless.


    Yvonne seethed. She was going to argue when Henry put his hand up. "Then did you hear what I


    said just now? I disallowed her from giving it to you.”


    Mrs. Frey stiffened at that. Mr. Frey coughed to dissolve the awkwardness. "Henry, although we...”


    "Enough.” Henry cut him off impatiently. "I don’t want to hear you go on about it. All in all, you guys


    still want money and still want to put the me on Yvonne, don''t you?"


    This time, it was Mr. Frey who stiffened.


    He had not expected this son-inw of his to be so unyielding with a sharp tongue too. He spoke


    the truth but it came in the form of a hard p.


    "This is myst warning. You lost your grandchild because you are ipetent. It''s because of


    your greed. It''s unrted to Yvonne. Don’t let me catch you guys ming her for it again or I''ll see


    the Freys receive thesh back, understand?” Henry said coldly.


    Mrs. Frey was a typical bully who feared the strong and harassed the weak. She would not dare


    disagree a s she nodded like a pecking chicken. Mr. Frey, on the other hand, kept his hands behind


    him and gripped them into fists in indignation but he smiled nheless on the outside. "I


    understand."


    "Good," Henry scoffed and took a checkbook from his suit jacket''s pocket. Putting a sum on it, he


    tore the check and tossed it to Mr. Frey. "This amount is enough tost you guys for some time."


    Knowing that they could get money, Mr. and Mrs. Frey’s eyes glowed as they quickly picked up the


    check. They sucked in a cold breath when they eyed the sum written on it before they brimmed with


    content.


    Looking at the greed her parents put on show, Yvonne was averse to it. She tugged Henry''s


    sleeves. "Why are you giving them money?"