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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managing to speak up with difficulty, then

and sobbed.

money. Horace and I don’t have

parents for money, but her husband’s family used both gentle and forceful tactics, pressuring her to

hasn’t had a job since graduation. Horace gave her a monthly allowance for living expenses, and that was the only money she had. But… it was all used for living expenses, and with her

hoped that Horace would stand by her more, but he said, “Queenie, my mother’s illness can’t be delayed any longer. Think of a solution. If it’s not

your uncle’s family is so wealthy, and they’re also related to Jonathan. This amount of

Queenie

deep sigh, “Since our

Angela a generous dowry when she got married. The groom’s family was wealthy, and although they were an ordinary family, they

he was faced

her daughter sit down and

lips and reluctantly said,

a few seconds. “A hundred thousand?! What kind of illness does your mother–in–law

kidney failure. She needs dialysis and a kidney transplant. Horace said that a kidney is expensive, and he’s also trying to raise money from everywhere,” Queenie explained with a

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look on her

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 she was sick, she was event harder to deal with. She would say all sorts of harsh things to Queenie, accusing her of wishing

either. He said that marrying her didn’t

but showed

You stay here tonight, and I’ll give you

first.”

yet I’m still asking for your support,

income was only a few thousand, and it took them a whole year of scrimping and saving to accumulate ten thousand dollars. Asking her parents for so much money all

eyes. Her face had become much thinner than the last time she saw her. She felt a pang of sadness and could

up and fetched a set of her own pajamas for Queenie. “Now, aren’t you just making your dad and me sad?! Are you hungry?

to her parents‘ caring words, and she held it back until she reached the bathroom and