Chapter 97 One Hundred Thousand
After a brief silence, Donald shook his head. It was evident to anyone with eyes how poorly George’s
family treated Ang.
Donald’s expression turned colder as he stubbed out the half–smoked cigarette in his hand, his tone
harsh, “George’s family has hearts as hard as stones. Whether they are aware or not is irrelevant. If
they ignore the grievances Ang suffers in her husband’s home, I will step in. I will bring her back to
our home.”
Whenever Ang suffered grievances, even if she was bullied in school, Donald and Scarlet showed
no concern. Instead, they would me her for causing trouble and ask her to reflect on herself.
Hecate sighed. Donald has a point. They only ever care about their adopted daughter.
“Still, Ang’s prospective inws gave a ton of betrothal gifts. If they find out that you’ve intervened
as the overseer, I’m worried Donald and Scarlet will cause a scene,” she said.
Donald snorted and replied coldly, “They cane at me all they want. All those betrothal gifts were
given to Ang. We didn’t take a penny. I have a clear conscience!”
Hecate nodded in agreement. Donald’s right. We have no intention of coveting Ang’s betrothal
money. If George and his family were any better to Ang, she would have no need for us to step in at
all!
Neither of them spoke again, and the room fell into silence until the door opening echoed from the
entrance, followed by the doorknob turning.
Queenie quietly entered the house silently with puffy eyes, clearly having just finished crying.
Her situation startled Donald and Hecate, and they quickly approached her.
“Queenie, what happened?” Hecate couldn’t help but feel heartbroken, and then she had a suspicion in
her mind, causing her expression to suddenly change. “Did your husband’s family hit you? Queenie,
you must not hide this from me and. your dad!”
A lump immediately formed in Queenie’s throat. Her voice became hoarse, and she forced back her
tears as she said, “No, Mom, no one hit me.”
Under Donald and Hecate’s persistent questioning, she finally revealed the truth.
“Mom, Dad, I need money…” As if finding it difficult to utter these words, Queenie choked for
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a while before finally managing to speak up with difficulty, then covered her bloodshot eyes
and sobbed.
“Horace’s mother is seriously ill, and the surgery and medical expenses require arge sum of money.
Horace and I don’t have much savings, and what we can gather is far from enough…”
She didn’t want to ask her parents for money, but her husband’s family used both gentle and forceful
tactics, pressuring her toe up with the money.
Because Horace wanted her to be a full–time housewife, she hasn’t had a job since graduation. Horace
gave her a monthly allowance for living expenses, and that was the only money she had. But… it was
all used for living expenses, and with her mother–inw watching over her, any surplus would be taken
away by her mother–inw. How could she possibly have any money?!
She had hoped that Horace would stand by her more, but he said, “Queenie, my mother’s illness can’t
be dyed any longer. Think of a solution. If it’s not possible, go back home and ask your parents for
some money.
“Besides, your uncle’s family is so wealthy, and they’re also rted to Jonathan. This amount of money
is nothing to them, but for us, it’s life–saving money!”
With no other alternatives, Queenie had to return home.
Donald felt sympathy for his daughter and couldn’t possibly deny her the money. He didn’t say
anything, just let out a deep sigh, “Since our Queenie’s mother–inw is ill, we should. offer
assistance. Family should assist each other in times of need.”
He had initially nned to give Ang a generous dowry when she got married. The groom’s family
was wealthy, and although they were an ordinary family, they couldn’tpromise their dignity and
manners.
But now, he was faced with a dilemma.
“How much do you need?” Hecate quickly made her daughter sit down and then poured her a cup of
warm water.
Queenie pursed her lips and reluctantly said, “We need a hundred thousand.”
Hecate widened her eyes in shock and was stunned for a few seconds. “A hundred thousand?! What
kind of illness does your mother–inw have that requires so much money?”
“It’s kidney failure. She needs dialysis and a kidney transnt. Horace said that a kidney is expensive,
and he’s also trying to raise money from everywhere,” Queenie exined with a
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weary look on her delicate face.
She had been taking care of her mother–inw these past few days, and it had already worn her out
mentally. Her mother–inw never liked her, and now that she was sick, she was event harder to deal
with. She would say all sorts of harsh things to Queenie, using her of wishing her mother–inw
dead.
Horace’s bad attitude didn’t help either. He said that marrying her didn’t help him at all.
Donald turned grimly but showed no emotions.
After a long pause, he said, “Leave the money to your brother and me. Don’t worry. You stay here
tonight, and I’ll give you ten thousand dors before you leave. Use it to fill the gaps.
first.”
“I’m useless, Dad. You’re already so old, yet I’m still asking for your support, causing you trouble.”
Queenie felt deeply sorry.
Her father was a teacher, and her mother worked in a textile factory. Theirbined monthly ie
was only a few thousand, and it took them a whole year of scrimping and saving to umte ten
thousand dors. Asking her parents for so much money all at once, Queenie couldn’t bring herself to
do it.
Hecate looked at the dark circles under her daughter’s eyes. Her face had be much thinner than
thest time she saw her. She felt a pang of sadness and could only imagine how Horace’s wicked
mother tormented Queenie using her illness.
Hecate got up and fetched a set of her own pajamas for Queenie. “Now, aren’t you just making your
dad and me sad?! Are you hungry? I’ll go and make you something to eat. Look at you; you’re ice–cold.
Go and take a shower while I make your favorite.”
A lump formed in Queenie’s throat again as she listened to her parents‘ caring words, and she held it
back until she reached the bathroom and closed the door before bursting into tears.
In the kitchen, Hecate and Donald cooked up Queenie something to eat.
“They’re still short arge sum of money. Let’s not forget about Ang’s dowry, too. Quincy has only
been working for a few years. He definitely won’t have much savings. How are you going toe up
with the remaining money?” Hecate asked, feeling frustrated.
As Donald cooked the noodles, he contemted. “I’ll go to the hospital tomorrow and talk to the doctor
first.”
Hecate nodded. She was just an ordinary illiterate housewife who had no better ideas.
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Springgate Estates, Lawson Residence.
Ang woke up the next morning, bathed in the bright and warm sunlight.
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Opening her eyes, she saw unfamiliar white curtains surrounding the bed, and for a moment, she
couldn’t quiteprehend her whereabouts.
After obtaining their marriage certificatest afternoon, Jonathan returned to work at thepany while
she returned to the vi in Springgate Estates and spent the afternoon reading.
In the evening, Jonathan was too busy toe home for dinner, so she ate May’s cooking alone and
then went upstairs to study for another two hours before going to sleep.
Although she and Jonathan had obtained their marriage certificate, their current interaction pattern
remained the same, and it made Ang feel particrly reassured.
After lying in bed for a few seconds, Ang threw off the covers and quickly got up, then washed up
and went downstairs.
In the dining room, Jonathan was dressed in a gray turtleneck sweater,plemented by gold–rimmed
sses. He seemed to radiate a touch more warmth than before.
He was emotionlessly flipping through some documents at the table until he heard hering down.
He took a gander at her and put the papers in his hands down.
“It’s 7:35 a.m. now,” he reminded inly. “You’re about to bete.”