Chapter 8


    The taxi stopped outside the Lind family’s vi. J hurried out and rang the doorbell.


    Now that she had married Ethan as promised, she decided to ask her adoptive parents for money. After


    all, she did all this only to pay Hannah’s medical expenses.


    Fiona was sitting on the sofa, sipping a cup of coffee. She looked up at J and smiled faintly. “How


    are you getting along with Ethan? You just got married yesterday. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t


    you be at your house? Did something happen? Tell me now.”


    She didn’t utter a word about the money as if they had never made a deal.


    J looked at her sternly. “I’m here to get the money. You promised me that you would give me the


    money as soon as I married Ethan.”


    Fiona ced the coffee cup on the table and smiled gently. She didn’t n on giving J the money.


    It was just a tactic to persuade J. It had only been an oral agreement. And J and Ethan were


    married now. J wouldn’t be able to do anything even if they went back on their word.


    “Don’t be anxious, J. I’ll give you the money. I’m sure you are aware of our family situation. Your


    dad has invested in a new business recently. But it turned out to be a shellpany. The owner of the


    company ran away with the money and his mistress, leaving all the problems and burden on your dad’s


    shoulders. Doing business isn’t easy. Look, your dad’s hair is already grey. Our family has been going


    through a hard time. We are having trouble with the cash flow and can’t afford such arge sum of


    money for the time being. J, please try to understand.” Fiona held J’s hand, trying to look


    pitiful.


    J’s body trembled with rage.


    Fiona was pure evil. Even a small piece of jewelry she possessed was worth more than Hannah’s


    medical expenses. She was lying about not being able to afford the promised money.


    Bernie frowned. Fiona had gone too far this time, and he felt sorry for J. “Actually, it’s no big deal.


    We can still afford…”


    “What did you say, Bernie? Don’t we have to make ends meet? Jocelyn is going to study abroad soon.


    Don’t we need money? The money we have now is my savings over the years after cutting down my


    expenses. Have you forgotten what I’ve done for our family? But you don’t care about us, do you?”


    Wiping her fake tears, Fiona red at her husband.


    Bernie was rendered speechless. He didn’t dare to utter another word.


    “You promised me that you would give me the money as soon as possible.” J was unhappy, but


    she couldn’t do anything. After all, it had only been a verbal agreement. She couldn’t demand the


    money if they really refused to pay.


    Wiping her eyes, Fiona smiled. “All right. All right. Dad and Mom will give you the money as soon as we


    get it. I still have a few thousand dors. I’ll give that to you first.”


    She tried stalling J. After all, once the old maid died, J would have no reason to ask them for


    money.


    ‘How could a few thousand dors be enough?’


    Biting her lower lip, J was about to say something. However, Jocelyn interrupted her. She


    descended the stairs and shot a disgusted look at J.


    “Why are you back? And why isn’t your husband with you? Does he loathe you?” Jocelyn’s lip curled


    up into a smirk as she walked toward J.


    “I married him on your behalf. You have such a bad reputation. If he loathes his wife, it means he


    loathes you,” J snapped coldly.


    Jocelyn always thought highly of herself. Hearing the humiliation, she grew furious. Jocelyn picked up


    the ss of water and poured it on J, who was sitting calmly on the sofa.


    J skillfully dodged the attack. She had expected Jocelyn to do something like that. When they were


    children, Jocelyn liked beating people up when she was mad at them.


    “Get out! This is my home!” Jocelyn barked, pointing at the door. J’s calmness infuriated her.


    “I wouldn’t havee here if you didn’t owe me money,” J sneered.


    Seeing that her own daughter was bullied, Fiona lost her cool. “How could you talk to your family like


    this? I don’t have a daughter like you. Get out!”


    J’s heart sank with disappointment. Arguing with them was pointless, so she dejectedly stood up to


    leave.


    The moment she opened the door, she saw Ethan standing outside in a jacket. Behind him stood a


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