Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 1979

Chapter 1979

Shirley paused in her tracks, almost instinctively pushing open the door.

Inside, the child looked taller yet noticeably undernourished, his clothes hanging awkwardly off his frame, his ankles exposed for all to see.

Abner put down his homework and immediately went to check on the child, while Mrs. Thompson sat there cracking open sunflower seeds, idly spitting the shells onto the floor.

"After you've checked on him, get started on dinner. You can't just live here for free, eating and drinking our food. Your parents are gone, and if it weren't for us taking you in, who knows where you'd be right now, probably begging on some street corner."

The boy remained silent, awkwardly patting the child's back.

Perhaps Mrs. Thompson had gone too far because a cough from the head of the household caught her attention.

Upon seeing Shirley, Mrs. Thompson's seed-cracking paused momentarily, her expression souring.

"Ms. Dorothy, what brings you here?"

It seemed she recognized Shirley.

furrowed as she noticed Abner's ill-fitting clothes, her

for Abner. Two thousand every six months, and that can't

Ask Abner, we haven't treated him poorly. School fees, textbooks, that all costs money. Are you suggesting now that I've embezzled the

caught off guard by Shirley's visit,

a deep breath. "Abner, do you remember me? I visited you before, just last year. It's been over a year now, I'm not

her briefly before quickly looking away.

on him, I'd like you to list out all the expenses. I want to see that my money hasn't been wasted." It was evident to anyone with eyes

woman herself was decked out in new clothes, her hair fashionably permed, a gold bracelet shining on her

over six thousand, curious how much of it had actually been spent

what are you waiting for? Get going and make dinner!" Thinking that Shirley's presence would change their treatment of him, she glared threateningly. But

then turned to the

used properly. I've even asked you to keep an eye on Abner. Now he's not

place out

For a child in these mountains, education is his way out. Abner

Abner's paper

bright

only for his future

benefit too. Mr. Mayor,