The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 125 Sean glanced at Willow when he heard those words.

Willow was a little embarrassed and lowered her head.

After all, this matter was indeed one she had told Fion about. It seemed like she had quite a loose tongue. “I‘m asking you a question. Why are you looking at Willow? 

“Do you really have six million?” Fion frowned slightly and asked again in an unkind tone.

“Yes.” 

Sean nodded gently. 

Fion was taken aback when she heard that. She had not been expecting Sean to actually answer yes.

“Where is it? Take the money out and let me have a look.”

Fion still did not believe that Sean, a cripple, had six million. 

She thought he would never be able to earn six million in his entire lifetime. 

“Mom, I‘ve seen the text message about a transaction of six million being transferred to Sean’s card.

“Why don‘t you believe me? Besides, Sean owns the money, so there’s no need to show it to us, right?” 

Willow frowned and stopped her mom with a soft tone. 

“Hmph! 

“I didn‘t ask you to speak! Shut up.” 

Fion snorted coldly and stretched out her palm to Sean. She said, “Take the money out.” 

She had a tough attitude as if she was giving him an order.

However, even in the face of Fion‘s attitude, Sean merely glanced at her and moved his wheelchair straight toward his room. 

He ignored Fion as if he was disdainful of talking to her. “Willow, look at him! Look at the attitude he has! “Well, this is still our home! 

he

that

was furious and vented her anger

do you keep saying things like that?” Willow frowned and

I wrong?

a freeloader residing in my home who never contributes to the

coldly. Her words

human! A living,

way you speak about him makes him feel ashamed, you know that?

stays at our house and willfully refuses to

grandpa thought he would find a way out

sneered when Willow

that was in the past.

what his identity used to be, he’s just a cripple now. A cripple with no money and

back against the sofa cushions as she spoke coldly, her arms still folded in front

for help when they’re

while they’re already down when their

“We…” 

was interrupted by Fion’s slap on the table before she could finish her words.

is a society

nothing, absolutely nothing,

about money, he

connections, he has

how can he defend your honor as

for the rest of your entire life. As

how great he

never be at peace with each other,” Fion sat up straight

nearly half a minute.

I had to

to talk about those things after he recovers and regains the ability to take care of himself.

you have to drive

time. Can’t

a trace of desperate pleading

“Of course not!