The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 125 Sean glanced at Willow when he heard those words.

Willow was a little embarrassed and lowered her head.

After all, this matter was indeed one she had told Fion about. It seemed like she had quite a loose tongue. “I‘m asking you a question. Why are you looking at Willow?

“Do you really have six million?” Fion frowned slightly and asked again in an unkind tone.

“Yes.”

Sean nodded gently.

Fion was taken aback when she heard that. She had not been expecting Sean to actually answer yes.

“Where is it? Take the money out and let me have a look.”

Fion still did not believe that Sean, a cripple, had six million.

She thought he would never be able to earn six million in his entire lifetime.

“Mom, I‘ve seen the text message about a transaction of six million being transferred to Sean’s card.

“Why don‘t you believe me? Besides, Sean owns the money, so there’s no need to show it to us, right?”

Willow frowned and stopped her mom with a soft tone.

“Hmph!

“I didn‘t ask you to speak! Shut up.”

Fion snorted coldly and stretched out her palm to Sean. She said, “Take the money out.”

She had a tough attitude as if she was giving him an order.

However, even in the face of Fion‘s attitude, Sean merely glanced at her and moved his wheelchair straight toward his room.

He ignored Fion as if he was disdainful of talking to her. “Willow, look at him! Look at the attitude he has! “Well, this is still our home!

house, yet he doesn’t know how to

know that beggars shouldn‘t be

and vented her anger at

do you keep saying things like that?” Willow frowned and

“What? Am I wrong?

my home who never

snorted coldly. Her words were full

human! A living, breathing

speak about him makes him feel ashamed, you

our house and willfully refuses to

because at the time he was very prestigious, so grandpa thought he

when Willow

once capable, but

at the present! No matter what his identity used to be, he’s

back against the sofa cushions as she spoke coldly, her arms still folded

for help when they’re

they’re already down when their life takes a bad

“We…”

the table before she could finish

is a society that despises the poor and

have nothing, absolutely nothing, without

money, he has no

about his connections, he

you’re bullied, how can he defend

back by him for the rest of your entire life. As long as he’s still staying in the Quinn Residence,

you keep telling me how great he is, I’ll

the Quinn Residence, he and I will never be at peace with each other,”

half a minute. She knew very well how

I had to marry

about those things after he recovers and regains the ability to take care

have to drive him

him some time. Can’t

of desperate pleading in

“Of course not!