Rebirth Reclaiming Her Self by Fleur Delacour

Chapter 97 One Hundred Thousand

After a brief silence, Donald shook his head. It was evident to anyone with eyes how poorly George’s family treated Angela.

Donald’s expression turned colder as he stubbed out the half–smoked cigarette in his hand, his tone harsh, “George’s family has hearts as hard as stones. Whether they are aware or not is irrelevant. If they ignore the grievances Angela suffers in her husband’s home, I will step in. I will bring her back to our home.”

Whenever Angela suffered grievances, even if she was bullied in school, Donald and Scarlet showed no concern. Instead, they would blame her for causing trouble and ask her to reflect on herself.

Hecate sighed. Donald has a point. They only ever care about their adopted daughter.

“Still, Angela’s prospective in–laws gave a ton of betrothal gifts. If they find out that you’ve intervened as the overseer, I’m worried Donald and Scarlet will cause a scene,” she said.

Donald snorted and replied coldly, “They can come at me all they want. All those betrothal gifts were given to Angela. We didn’t take a penny. I have a clear conscience!”

Hecate nodded in agreement. Donald’s right. We have no intention of coveting Angela’s betrothal money. If George and his family were any better to Angela, she would have no need for us to step in at all!

Neither of them spoke again, and the room fell into silence until the door opening echoed from the entrance, followed by the doorknob turning.

Queenie quietly entered the house silently with puffy eyes, clearly having just finished crying.

Her situation startled Donald and Hecate, and they quickly approached her.

“Queenie, what happened?” Hecate couldn’t help but feel heartbroken, and then she had a suspicion in her mind, causing her expression to suddenly change. “Did your husband’s family hit you? Queenie, you must not hide this from me and. your dad!”

A lump immediately formed in Queenie’s throat. Her voice became hoarse, and she forced back her tears as she said, “No, Mom, no one hit me.”

Under Donald and Hecate’s persistent questioning, she finally revealed the truth.

“Mom, Dad, I need money…” As if finding it difficult to utter these words, Queenie choked for

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finally managing to speak up with difficulty, then covered her bloodshot eyes

and sobbed.

surgery and medical expenses require a large sum of money. Horace and I don’t have much savings, and

ask her parents for money, but her husband’s family used both gentle and forceful

for living expenses, and that was the only money she had. But… it was all used for living expenses, and

by her more, but he said, “Queenie, my mother’s illness can’t be delayed any longer. Think of a

and they’re also related to Jonathan. This amount of money is nothing to them, but for us, it’s life–saving

alternatives, Queenie had to return home.

her the money. He didn’t say anything, just let out a deep sigh, “Since our Queenie’s mother–in–law is ill, we should. offer assistance. Family should assist each other

family was wealthy,

now, he was faced with a dilemma.

Hecate quickly made her daughter sit down and then poured her a

her lips and reluctantly said, “We

“A hundred thousand?! What kind of illness does your mother–in–law have that requires so much money?”

kidney is

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on her delicate face.

taking care of her mother–in–law these past few days, and it had already worn her out mentally. Her mother–in–law never liked her, and now that

either. He said that marrying her didn’t help him at all.

but showed no emotions.

pause, he said, “Leave the money to your brother and me. Don’t worry. You stay here tonight, and I’ll

first.”

I’m still asking

textile factory. Their combined monthly income was only a few thousand, and it took them a whole year of scrimping

become much thinner than the last time she saw her. She felt a pang of sadness and could only imagine how

Queenie. “Now, aren’t you just making your dad and me sad?! Are you hungry? I’ll go and make you something to eat. Look at you; you’re ice–cold. Go and take

in Queenie’s throat again as she listened to her parents‘ caring words, and she held it back until she reached the