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! 

in our house, yet he doesn’t know

know that beggars shouldn‘t

furious and vented her anger at Willow after Sean

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

I wrong?

he a freeloader residing in my home who never contributes to the

Her words were full of

he’s a human! A living, breathing

speak about him makes him feel ashamed, you

not like he stays at our house and willfully refuses to leave. It’s because grandpa asked him

grandpa thought he would find a way out for us

Willow

once capable, but that was in the past.

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

sofa cushions as she spoke

for help when they’re in a

already down when their life takes a

“We…” 

interrupted by Fion’s slap on the table

society that despises the poor and not

have nothing, absolutely nothing, without

he

connections, he

he

the rest of your entire life. As long

me how great he is, I’ll still

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

and Fion looked at each other for nearly half a minute. She knew very well how stubborn Fion could

didn’t say I had to

after he recovers and regains the ability

you have to drive him away

time. Can’t you

a trace of desperate pleading in Willow’s eyes.

“Of course not!