Slumdog Billionaire Husband by Rayden Berg

Chapter 293 Help Me Up

Wesley was still the same as before. He was still that kind. Poverty and debt didn’t dispel his kindness. He only wanted to live a steady life. He never meant to cause any trouble.

He could tell that Gerald wasn’t a common one. Nowadays, seldom people went around with two blades. Also, Gerald was dying because he was cut several dozen times.

Seeing that Wesley didn’t want to talk about this, Gerald didn’t continue either.

Gerald would help Wesley. That was for sure.

Gerald was always grateful.

Back then, Irene’s father saved his life, so he used three years to pay for the kindness. If not for the too much trouble Irene and her mother caused, maybe he would continue being with Irene.

This time, he would definitely pay Wesley back since Wesley also saved his life.

“Three days? I don’t know how much I will recover.” Gerald touched his nose while saying this.

Wesley smoked several cigarettes. Then he extinguished the cigarette, stood up, and began to reassemble the furniture that had fallen apart after being kicked by Raiden.

Wesley still had to work and pay his debt. He knew that maybe the money he earned in this lifetime would all be Raiden’s. But he had to continue anyway.

He didn’t dare to call the police. He was worried that even if he reported to the police, he and Leila still couldn’t live a peaceful life.

No matter how hard it was or how tired he was, he could only grit his teeth and endure it. He only felt sorry for his daughter. She was so beautiful, yet she was living such a miserable life.

Gerald silently watched all of this and sighed!

“Kind people will get what they deserve,” Gerald muttered.

In the next two days, Gerald could feel that Wesley couldn’t sleep well. It seemed to be because of the 3,200 dollars. Wesley couldn’t get the money, so he was restless.

In these two days, Leila was also very depressed and rarely spoke. But in fact, she was also like this before. She was shy and seldom talked. She would only say a few more things when Gerald took the initiative to talk to her.

She was beautiful, but because of poverty, she felt inferior.

Wesley still left early in the day and returned late. After returning, he continued to make furniture under the dim light.

Occasionally, he would sit alone in a daze.

yet he was very tired and

course, it

still very weak. Death Storm caused too much damage

cure his. It would take him at least a dozen days to have

could only rely on himself. It was hard to

get out of bed and walk on his own, but

third day, there was only one last day left

out early. When he went out, he

Leila also seemed worried.

got to the day Raiden came to them, the more serious their

smile on

the bed. He looked at Leila, who was studying

couldn’t focus.

opened his

eyes were a little red, and she quickly asked, “Do you want to get out of bed and go to the

smiled, then shook his head and asked,

don’t hate him. I know how much my father suffered. My father loves me very

“that woman” to call her birth

little moved. He looked at Leila’s pretty face. Leila was a little shy. She lowered her head to look at her slightly

were originally white. But she had worn them for too long and

were school uniforms. She had worn them for too long, so

were not many families like

kind of life do you want to live in the future?” Gerald asked, “Have you thought

heard about this, tears went down her eyes. “Never. I don’t

she could think of was endless debt. How dare she think

so beautiful. However, she

this, Gerald

me up,” Gerald

her tears, then helped Gerald up from the bed and asked, “To

“No, I want to

little, you should still rest more. It’s more than ten minutes’ walk to the

and said,

fight Raiden back tomorrow. But he also knew how difficult it

had to

so she could only smile bitterly and say, “Alright, then I’ll