The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1080

In the hospital ward, Gregory had been asleep for over an hour when the nurse woke him to change his medication.

After the change, Carol peeled an orange for him to eat. They shared the segments, chatting idly.

*Imogen really picked a good husband. Even these oranges he bought are unusually sweet, Carol said, marveling at the oranges.

Gregory glanced at the orange and said, "They must be expensive."

"Yes, they're sold by the piece in big supermarkets. Also, they're more expensive than beef and lamb," Carol said before eating another sweet segment.

Gregory pondered for a moment. Then he curiously asked, "Someone ruined our house's floor. Do you think Jasper would help us repair it?'

Carol shot him a look and replied, "Listen, don't burden Imogen with this. Don't even bring it up."

"Why would it burden Imogen? With Jasper's wealth, this is nothing."

"Enough," Carol snapped. "That's his business. No matter how poor we are, we shouldn't ask for what isn't ours."

always clinging to your

quietly, "Jasper's family has money and influence. Imogen is hardly a match for them. We should avoid causing any trouble for her,

at her. "Just because she married into a wealthy family,

will support us financially, but it should come from her alone. We should

her words. Ignoring his injuries, he argued, "Why can't

obligation to support

have to suffer for the rest of our life," Gregory said angrily, slapping his injured foot. "I'm disabled, and now I'm injured. I don't want to rely on you for the rest of

When we have money, we can eat meat. When we

wealthy person likes poor relatives? It's not that they're just rich, they also

"So?" Gregory asked angrily.

father is a defense general, his mother is a researcher, and Jasper is

and we have nothing to offer them. Not only do we lack education, we are also poor and

of my disability and poverty? You're also ashamed that you're old

as she wiped her tears. Gritting her teeth, she angrily retorted, "I do feel our family

they don't

you read minds? How do you know they don't mind? Did you camp under their beds, eavesdropping

old hag, you're getting out of