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?”

Willow bit her lip

never let Sean earn

so severely bullied at home. Would it not be worse outside? Jeremy adjusted his glasses

chin and pretended to

or clean the toilets… “It doesn’t seem he can do much.” Lucy’s family chuckled

low-class person? Fion frowned slightly. She finally understood that Lucy

could still sit in

not expect

“Oh, I know!”

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 a watchdog. “But I don’t think you care about

too far?” Willow glared at Jeremy, her heart filled with anger. “Cousin Willow, what do you mean? “Aren’t I doing my best to find a job for Brother Sean?” Jeremy asked with an

chair. Under the table, she reached out and grabbed Sean’s hand. Sean froze and turned to look at Willow. Willow blushed slightly. She nodded at Sean and

was filled with warmth. Willow’s grip

direct superior. “If you continue talking to Jeremy like that, I’m afraid you

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

hand slightly. The door was pushed open, and a few waiters walked in carrying exquisite

then, a few middle-aged

eat such things, do

it as a

glanced at Sean and

when he