It was Emmett's money, and donating it was like banking some good karma for Emmett himself.

Giving it to him, though? Total waste!

After all, Emmett had done his duty. If they couldn't hold onto that cash, that was on them.

...

The underground casino was buzzing with life.

Today, Cecil was the man of the hour, strutting around like he owned the place!

Overnight, he went from being a nobody to the big dog!

Normally, people at the casino looked at him like he was a broke stray.

But today, everyone was calling him 'Cecil' left and right. He was so puffed up with pride, he barely recognized himself.

But his high didn't last long.

Because today, he gambled big, blowing through the million-plus Emmett gave to Claire in less than two hours!

Cecil, fuming, stormed out of the casino, shouting,

don't give a damn! That was just pocket change my son gave me out of respect. My

that, and he was

mulling it over, snorted in

the media and took a cab to the hotel where Elysia and Tarquin

had to figure out a way to bring

made money. If he brought his son home and had him crank out a hundred or so paintings, the cash would

walking, talking gold mines. Best to keep them around for a

Cecil dropped to his knees at the hotel entrance, putting on

me back my son. My daughter's seriously ill, and she's

see him again! She's already got a congenital illness! She can't handle this kind of

let the siblings reunite! My daughter's days are numbered, oh...

sympathy card, crying and sniveling at

painting himself as the pitiable

a crowd of media gathered, cameras

of live streams happening on

in an uproar again,

sad, how can they bully someone like this, won't

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out Silver City PD, Silver City government, Silver City Child Protection,

we're taking this

top!#

sick little girl, they should at least let

money mean you can do whatever you want?

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