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!

yet he doesn’t

know that beggars

was furious and vented her

Why do you keep saying things like that?” Willow frowned and lowered her voice, fearing that Sean would overhear

“What? Am I wrong?

in my home who never contributes to the

words were full

a human! A living,

speak about him makes him

stays at our house and willfully refuses to

so grandpa thought he would find a way out for us

when Willow

once capable, but

his identity used to

spoke coldly, her arms

we rush to beg others for help

kick them while they’re already down when their life takes a bad

“We…”

by Fion’s slap on the table before she could

that! This is a society that despises the poor and not

have nothing, absolutely

money, he has no

about his connections,

bullied, how can he defend

of your entire life. As long as he’s still staying in the

you keep telling me how great he is,

be at peace with each other,” Fion sat up

half a minute. She knew very

didn’t say I had to marry

about those things after he recovers and regains the ability to

you have to drive

time. Can’t

was a trace of

“Of course not!