The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 63 “So what if he’s sitting in a wheelchair? Just because he’s sitting in a wheelchair doesn’t mean that he can freeload off others all the time. “Look at my Jeremy. He was just a small-time employee before this but with his own hard work, he has been promoted.”

Lucy smiled proudly. It may sound like she was encouraging Sean, but in reality, she was just comparing the two.

“Mom, don’t compare me to Brother Sean.

“After all, people are different.”

Jeremy’s tone was very light. It seemed very casual, but in reality, every word he said was extremely insulting.

What he meant was that Sean was not even qualified to be compared to him.

“Haha, that’s true, that’s true.”

Lucy laughed and said, “But no matter what, Willow is still my niece.

“How can I not feel sorry for her? She’s just a girl, yet she has to support a cripple. How tiring is that? “Jeremy, how about this? Do you have any good jobs for him?” Willow frowned slightly and said, “Second Aunt, there’s no need for that for now. My salary is enough to sustain us.”

“What are you talking about?”

Fion glared at her and said, “Regardless of whether it’s enough or not, it’s always good to have one more person earning money.

“Second Sister, Jeremy is an important official. Can you make some arrangements?”

words, Willow bit her lip and did

would never let

Would it not be worse outside? Jeremy adjusted his glasses and glanced

and pretended

he can do much.” Lucy’s family chuckled when they

do such lowly chores like sweeping and cleaning. Was he not worse than a low-class person? Fion

he could still sit

expect

“Oh, I know!”

to be short of a guard at the gate. “Brother Sean, if you don’t mind, why don’t you come to our company and watch the door for us? “Although, taking this job would mean being called

what do you mean? “Aren’t I doing my best to find a job for Brother Sean?” Jeremy asked with

back down on the chair. Under the table, she

with warmth. Willow’s

your direct superior. “If you continue talking to Jeremy like that, I’m afraid you won’t even be able

snorted and crossed her arms in front of her. Willow was slightly stunned, but she did not refute in the end. “Mr. Holden, the imported salmon slices that you want have arrived.” Just

waved his hand slightly. The door was pushed open, and a few waiters walked

few middle-aged

eat such things,

it as a

and said

when he heard the voice. Then, he stopped in his