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! 

our house, yet he doesn’t know how to be

doesn’t know that

her anger at Willow

you keep saying things like that?” Willow frowned and lowered her voice, fearing that Sean would

Am I wrong?

residing in my home who never

snorted coldly. Her words were full of

A living, breathing human!

way you speak about him makes him

he stays at our house and willfully refuses to leave. It’s because grandpa asked

prestigious, so grandpa thought he would find a

when Willow said

capable, but that

present! No matter what his identity used to be, he’s

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

we rush to beg others for help when

kick them while they’re already down

“We…” 

Fion’s slap on the table before

is a society that despises

nothing, absolutely nothing, without

money, he has

his connections, he

how can he defend your honor as a cripple?

for the rest of your entire life. As long as he’s still staying in the Quinn

how great he is, I’ll still

be at peace with each other,” Fion sat up straight and said in

looked at each other for nearly half a

say I had to

to talk about those things after he recovers and regains

do you have to drive

give him some time. Can’t you do that?”

trace of desperate pleading

“Of course not!