Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 665

Erlinda’s family ain’t exactly rolling in dough. When she got accepted into Skyrim Film Academy, her parents moved with her from their little town to Greenfield. The family lived in a neighborhood located ten kilometers away from the Skyrim Film Academy

They’d sold their house back in the small town, and it just so happened Erlinda’s dad, Feynman Frost, found a school here that would take him. Erlinda’s mom, Jean Frost, started buying local veggies in their hometown and selling them in Greenfield. They were both kept busy all day, every day.

Erlinda had always been a good kid, always studying hard.

The year she made it into the Skyrim‘ Film Academy, they set off fireworks in the high school yard to celebrate.

Due to Feynman’s strictness, Erlinda had a more introverted personality.

She didn’t have more than five bucks a day to spend. That was the rule her parents set.

But a single contraceptive pill had cost that much money, and when she had added in lunch and the round–trip bus fare, the money for buying contraceptive pills simply hadn’t been enough.

Now Erlinda was getting home, seeing the light on, and slowly walking inside.

Jean was busy in the kitchen.

small rooms, with the rest being the living room, kitchen, and

bucks?” Erlinda

up some potatoes and frowned

morning? You know the girl from upstairs who’s also in college only carries five bucks a day. I heard the university

to compare, compare your studies. We sold our

feeling a deep pain inside. Jean’s words made it impossible

get a job and

Erlinda couldn’t work. If he found out, he’d

were all taken by Nolan. Every one of them was a hit with investors. Three of the recent blockbusters were her work, but she didn’t get a penny

Erlinda

Erlinda cry, Jean got a bit impatient and put down her

day, it’s making my head spin,1 don’t even dare to buy medicine. Your dad doesn’t earn much either. If you’re asking for ten bucks now, will you ask for fifty or a hundred next time?”

I’ll really pay

hour. You need to recite the text I told you to learn and write a

her tears, sat down slowly in the living room, and put a few books

Jean never went to college, but she still insisted

to argue with her, to tell her that college wasn’t like high school. No teacher would ask students to recite the text, the classrooms

Jean wouldn’t listen. She insisted on her own