The Guardian's Sword

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?”

lip and did not say

never

at home. Would it not be worse outside? Jeremy adjusted his glasses and glanced at

pretended

can’t sweep or clean the toilets… “It doesn’t seem he can do

such lowly chores like sweeping and cleaning. Was he not worse than a low-class person? Fion frowned slightly.

disabled, he could still sit in the office and do

she did not expect Jeremy to

“Oh, I know!”

and watch the door for us? “Although, taking this job would mean being called a watchdog.

you mean? “Aren’t I doing my best to find a job for Brother Sean?” Jeremy asked with an innocent look. “Sean has nothing against you. Why are you talking about him like that? “I don’t need you to help him find a

on the chair. Under the table, she reached out and grabbed Sean’s hand. Sean froze and turned to look at Willow.

was filled with warmth. Willow’s grip represented

what, Jeremy is your direct superior. “If you continue talking to Jeremy like

snorted and crossed her arms in front of her. Willow was slightly stunned, but she did not refute in the end. “Mr. Holden, the imported salmon slices that you want have arrived.” Just then,

slightly. The door was pushed open, and a few waiters

middle-aged

eat such things, do

then. Treat it

glanced at Sean and said with a

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