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 doesn’t

know that beggars shouldn‘t

furious and vented her anger at Willow

things like that?” Willow frowned and lowered her voice,

Am I

freeloader residing in my home who never contributes to the

snorted coldly. Her words were full of anger.

he’s a human! A living, breathing

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

at our house and willfully refuses to leave.

time he was very prestigious, so grandpa thought he would

sneered when Willow

was once capable, but that was in the

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

spoke coldly,

rush to beg others for help when they’re in

already down when their life takes a bad

“We…” 

interrupted by Fion’s slap on the table before she could finish

tell me that! This is a society that despises the poor and not prostitutes.

absolutely nothing,

money, he has no

about his connections, he has

if you’re bullied, how can he defend your honor as a

your entire life. As long

you keep telling me how great

peace with each other,” Fion sat up

at each other for nearly half a minute.

had to

those things after he recovers and regains the ability to take care

do you have to

some time. Can’t

a trace of desperate pleading

“Of course not!