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 be

that beggars

and vented her anger at

things like that?” Willow frowned and lowered her voice, fearing that

“What? Am I wrong?

he a freeloader residing in my home who never contributes

snorted coldly. Her words

a human! A

way you speak about him makes him feel ashamed,

not like he stays at our house and willfully

very prestigious, so grandpa thought he would find a

sneered when Willow

once capable, but that was in

what his identity used to be, he’s just a cripple now. A cripple with no money

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

rush to beg others for help when they’re in a successful

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

“We…”

was interrupted by Fion’s slap on the table before she

is a society that despises the poor and

nothing, absolutely nothing, without

about money,

his connections, he has no

how can he

by him for the rest of your entire

me how great

the Quinn Residence, he and I will never be at peace with each other,” Fion sat up straight and said

for nearly half a minute. She

didn’t say I had to

talk about those things after he recovers and regains the ability

do you have to drive

him some time. Can’t you

was a trace of desperate pleading in Willow’s

“Of course not!