The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 63 “So what if he’s sitting in a wheelchair? Just because he’s sitting in a wheelchair doesn’t mean that he can freeload off others all the time. “Look at my Jeremy. He was just a small-time employee before this but with his own hard work, he has been promoted.” 

Lucy smiled proudly. It may sound like she was encouraging Sean, but in reality, she was just comparing the two. 

“Mom, don’t compare me to Brother Sean. 

“After all, people are different.” 

Jeremy’s tone was very light. It seemed very casual, but in reality, every word he said was extremely insulting. 

What he meant was that Sean was not even qualified to be compared to him. 

“Haha, that’s true, that’s true.” 

Lucy laughed and said, “But no matter what, Willow is still my niece. 

“How can I not feel sorry for her? She’s just a girl, yet she has to support a cripple. How tiring is that? “Jeremy, how about this? Do you have any good jobs for him?” Willow frowned slightly and said, “Second Aunt, there’s no need for that for now. My salary is enough to sustain us.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

Fion glared at her and said, “Regardless of whether it’s enough or not, it’s always good to have one more person earning money. 

“Second Sister, Jeremy is an important official. Can you make some arrangements?” 

Willow bit her lip and did not

let Sean earn

at home. Would it not be worse outside? Jeremy adjusted his glasses and glanced at

pretended to

seem he can

such lowly chores like sweeping and cleaning. Was he not worse than a low-class person? Fion frowned slightly. She finally understood that Lucy had no

he could still sit in the office and

she did not expect

“Oh, I know!” 

why don’t you come to our company and watch the door for us? “Although, taking this job would mean being called a watchdog. “But I don’t think you care about that.” There was a smile in Jeremy’s eyes

mean? “Aren’t I doing my best to find a job for Brother

intentions but there’s no need to talk about this anymore.” After Willow finished speaking, she sat back down on the chair. Under the table, she reached out and grabbed Sean’s hand. Sean froze and

filled with warmth. Willow’s grip

superior. “If you continue talking to Jeremy like that, I’m afraid you won’t even

of her. Willow was slightly stunned, but she did not refute in the end. “Mr. Holden, the imported salmon slices that you want have arrived.” Just then, the door was pushed open

was pushed open, and a few waiters walked in carrying

middle-aged men walked

don’t usually eat such things,

it as a reward for

said with

had just passed the door, was stunned when he heard the