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!

he

that

and vented her

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

“What? Am I wrong?

in my home who

Her words

human! A living, breathing

him makes him feel ashamed,

not like he stays at our house and willfully refuses to leave. It’s because

the time he was very prestigious, so grandpa thought he would find a

sneered when Willow said

but that was in the

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

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

we rush to beg others for help when they’re in

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

“We…”

slap on the table before she could finish her

society that despises the poor

nothing, absolutely nothing,

money,

his connections, he has no

you’re bullied, how can he defend your

be held back by him for the rest of your entire

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

will never be at peace with each

for nearly half a minute. She

say I had to marry

recovers and

do you have to

time. Can’t

of desperate pleading

“Of course not!