True Love Waits

Chapter 803

Carlos handed his coat and luggage to the housemaid. When he saw his son look more and more like him, he replied expressionlessly, "What do I think? I think you're trying to get your old man to pony up the cash for that all-in-one desk. Tell you what: come up with reasons why you need one. Maybe write an essay. If I like what you have to tell me, I'll buy it for you. How's that?"

Obediently, Matthew went upstairs to write the essay.

Just then, Terilynn opened the door to the villa and rushed in, excitedly saying, "Dad, you're finally back! Can you give me one of your bank cards? I want a new camera. I only need to move my fingers to take photos with that beauty. It's the latest and greatest, and only costs a few hundred large. I only need a million. Please, Daddy?" She batted her eyelashes at him and gazed at him lovingly.

"No problem," Carlos agreed without hesitation.

Matthew stopped in his tracks and waited for Carlos to continue. What his father said next broke his heart.

With a smile, Carlos handed a bank card to Terilynn and said, "There's five million on that. Go and buy it! If you want anything else, just ask."

Standing on tiptoe, Terilynn excitedly hugged Carlos and kissed his cheek a few times. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the best dad in the world!" It would be better if Carlos would let Tayson marry her. Then, her life would be so perfect.

But she didn't dare ask him that.

"Humph!" Matthew snorted as he turned around and went upstairs.

He was used to it, but it didn't mean he had to like it.

He'd be nineteen years old and have his degree in two months. After graduation, he'd spend three years studying in the U.S. After he got back, he'd take control of ZL Group, so that Carlos, his father, would have to ask him for money every day!

When he went upstairs, he saw Debbie looking for something. When she saw him, she said, "Hi, Matthew. Seen my beads?"

Matthew had no idea what she was talking about. He shook his head and answered, "No."

weird. I wonder where they went. By the way, why are you standing at the door, Matthew?" Debbie looked at her son

at his father and said calmly, "Mom, I want a part of the family property." Carlos had said that he only earned money for the ladies in the family. Carlos was much calmer than him. "No, I'm sorry, Matthew. I can't

do you want to split the property all of a

him and find another guy? Since he won't give me any property, I'll sell everything I

snapped, "Why would I do that?" 'Did they get into it again?' she

raised his leg and was about to kick

anyway? I'm still healthy enough to manage our land. Plan to sell it so you can squander the money? I'll get

promised me you wouldn't

what he just said." Carlos

she comforted Carlos, Debbie lowered her head to wink at her son. "Matthew, you're such a sweet boy. Look, when your dad had some free time, he immediately came

snorted and said, "Yes, I came back mainly to check on... your

was an

know how to talk nicely to your son? Why do you have to piss

"He has a gene mutation. I don't

smiled resignedly. 'He just can't admit he cares for his son, too. Every time when

then, Carlos' phone rang.

would only call him when it was about

stop. Debbie's smile froze on her face. The mother and son looked at

heaved a sigh of relief after hearing what Tayson

She remembered that she had developed a deep depression when she believed Carlos had died. Evelyn had mild depression too, and

heroine on that trip. She got herself in trouble trying to help

to hear that. Like Miranda and Carlos, Evelyn had always been cold and indifferent, never caring about anything she wasn't supposed to. Maybe Carlos knew what was on her mind, he repeated the words Tayson had said to him. "Evelyn is aloof and indifferent, but she's kind. She wants to help others. What's more, this is serious stuff. She must have been involved somehow. Otherwise, she wouldn't have

asked worriedly, "I really don't know if I should have

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