NovelFinishChapter 450 "I haven't sold the house." That was Elizabeth's last gift to him, and not even bankruptcy could make him part with it! "You didn't sell the house? Then where did all this money cfrom?" Tarquin couldn't be bothered to explain, "Do you want it or not?" "Of course I do! But... this isn't ill-gotten wealth, is it?" Tarquin, speechless, retracted his hand to pocket the card, deciding not to give it anymore.
Elysia snatched it quickly, "I said I want it!" She clutched the bank card tightly, like a dog guarding its bone.
Tarquin looked at her with disdain, "The PIN is six zeros." Elysia stared at the bank card in her trembling hands, her heart racing, "Is... is there really a million in here? You're not pulling my leg, are you? A million! Oh my God! Have I... have I suddenly beca millionaire? This isn't a dream, is it?" After saying that, she pinched Tarquin hard.
Tarquin glared in pain, "What the heck?!" Elysia looked at him with her big, sparkly eyes, "Did that hurt?" "No kidding! What if I pinch you back that hard?!" "Hah!" Elysia laughed, "Pain means I'm not dreaming. Oh my God, I've made it. I'm a millionaire! Haha..." Tarquin just rolled his eyes, seizing the moment to ask her, "Who's your son's father?" He was really curious about the man who could father such an outstanding son.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtElysia's smile froze immediately! Her brows furrowed, and she asked defensively, "Why do you want to know?!" "Just curious." "Keep your curiosity to yourself. Don't pry into my business!" "...I'm not curious about you, I'm curious about your son's father." "Don't be curious about my son's father either. It's none of your business!" Elysia snapped, pocketing the card, and turned her back to him to start making breakfast.
Clearly, she was done talking to him.
Tarquin, watching her back, grew even more curious.
Elliot seemed resistant whenever their dad was mentioned.
Elijah also wasn't keen on talking.
And Elysia had this attitude! If one won't talk, two won't talk, and three won't talk... what, was that man really that unwelcome? Dead or not, being so disliked must be tragic! Tarquin thought, turning to head to his study, planning to catch up on ssleep.
He had only promised to help Elysia with breakfast to appease his son; he wasn't actually going to help her.
But then, the next second...
"Ouch! Ah-" Elysia suddenly cried out.
Overexcited by the million, she was a bit careless and accidentally cut her hand! Tarquin quickly grabbed the first aid kit to help her clean the wound.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe bank card fell to the floor, and Elysia tried to pull her hand back to pick it up.
Tarquin held onto her wrist, not letting go.
Elysia, panicking, "My money, my money!" Tarquin, annoyed, "What's more important, your money or your hand?" "The money!"
Tarquin was speechless, scolding, "Stay still! It's not like it's lost it falls to the ground! Pick it up later!" After treating her wound and bandaging it, he finally let her go.
Elysia, once free, quickly bent down m to pick up the card, clutching it tightly in her hand relieved. Tarquin, watching her act like a true miser, was utterly disdainful.
She was a real money grubber!
Turning to look at the potatoes on the kitchen counter that hadn't been fully chopped, he felt a headache coming. After just declaring he wouldn't help, now he had to do it himself! Stuck with this silly woman, truly his 'fortune'! mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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