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?”

bit her lip and

she would never let Sean earn

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

chin and pretended to think. “Let me

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

sweeping and cleaning. Was he not worse than a low-class person? Fion frowned slightly. She finally understood that

that even though Sean was disabled, he could still sit in the office and do some work like

not expect Jeremy to say

“Oh, I know!”

and said, “I happen 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 a watchdog. “But I don’t think you care about that.” There was a smile in Jeremy’s eyes as he looked

job for Brother Sean?” Jeremy asked with an innocent look. “Sean has nothing against you. Why are you talking about him

down on the chair. Under the table, she

with warmth.

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

did not refute in the end. “Mr. Holden, the imported salmon slices that you want have arrived.” Just then,

door was pushed open, and a

then, a few middle-aged men

you don’t usually eat such things, do

it as a reward for

and

had just passed the door, was stunned when he heard the voice. Then,