Linda gave Leonard the side-eye, wondering if he was a fool.

What's wrong with Donald giving us thirty thousand a month? We rightfully deserve it as parents. Also, why do you have to reduce it drastically to just five thousand?

Cognizant that Leonard was still worried about them, Donald reassured him, “Dad, Jenny and I are making good money now, so we're financially comfortable. Just accept the thirty thousand as a form of courtesy. If you can't finish spending it, you can always save it up.”

“That's right, Dad. Donald just wants to show his appreciation, so please accept it.”

In the end, Leonard gave in to their persuasion.

Donald then retrieved two bank cards from his wallet and handed one each to Linda and Leonard.

“Going forward, I'll transfer the money into the cards each month. If you have your eye on something, feel free to let me know, and I'll top it up separately for you.”

Upon receiving her bank card, Linda broke into a vibrant smile.

Just as expected. Compared to that useless son of mine, this son-in-law is so much more successful.


After lunch, Donald wanted to use Jennifer's rare day off by taking the entire family sightseeing.

To the south of Pollerton was an island, whereas two hundred kilometers to the west was a majestic mountain range.

Once one got past the mountains, one would be treated by a breathtaking view of untouched nature, where Mirror Lake was the most famous tourist spot in the area.

All they needed to do was travel along the highway which would bring them straight to Mirror Lake.

Upon arriving at the border of the Mirror Lake tourist area, a group of people in robes suddenly appeared, holding what looked like long white traditional scarves.

They brazenly stood in the middle of the road as if they were not afraid of being run down.

“Darling, what are they doing?”

Sitting in the front passenger seat, Jennifer was visibly unnerved because this was the first time she encountered such a situation.

Donald gave her hand a reassuring pat. “Don't worry. I'll deal with this.”

Initially, he planned to floor the accelerator and charge forward, but the group—clearly experienced—had laid a log horizontally across the road.

Hence, Donald crashing into the log would only trigger his car's airbag to be deployed.

Recognizing the fact, he resigned himself to slowing the car down to a halt.

“Mister, wind down your windows!”

The group danced and sang as they approached the car.

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