During that period, a lot of those rich kids were continuously nagged by their families to become better. Unfortunately, there weren't many geniuses. It was rare for one to get to Darren's level. Gregory sighed and said helplessly, "I'm not asking him to be like Mr. Winchester. I just want him to learn something so he can at least help me out. I'll be more than happy with that.""What's the big deal about him?" Nigel snapped when he heard Darren's name being mentioned. Impatience was evident on his face as he continued, "It's only because he has the Winchester Group backing him up!""You don't understand!" Gregory bellowed angrily as he added, "I'd be so grateful if you could just have one-tenth of his abilities!""Why are you belittling our son and praising someone else instead?" Regina snapped. She thought very highly of her son. Thus, she couldn't help but say, "It's because Nigel hasn't entered the company yet … What is there to be envious of Mr. Winchester? Don't you
Timothy let out a slight chuckle. What was Gregory on about? If he was striving to work hard, Gregory would panic. He wouldn't allow anyone to threaten his position. "Well, I've been like that for years. I'm used to it now. You can't make me change."With a mischievous expression, he slumped onto the couch. He took out a lighter. Just as he was about to light his cigar, Gregory suddenly bellowed, "Go out if you want to smoke!"He would literally take any chance to scold Timothy. In a loud voice, he yelled, "Look at you! How inappropriate! You dare to smoke when you're at someone else's house. Who are you trying to give second-hand smoke to? If Dad was still alive, you would be the death of him!"How Gregory wished he could've got his father to see how useless his chosen heir was. However, Nigel couldn't stand Gregory's scolding. He had no idea why he was so hypocritical toward Timothy. All he did was take it out on him during every meeting. Yet, Timothy was already getti
"Nigel, you're an adult. How can you still take money from your uncle?"Regina looked like she'd just eaten a lemon. She forced a smile as she said rigidly, "Give it back to Uncle Timothy."Something was off. However, Timothy didn't seem to be surprised at all. He was smiling even, joy evident on his face. Indeed, he seemed like a loving uncle who was genuinely happy for his newlywed nephew. Smiling, he said, "Gregory, Regina, you're being too modest. We're family—there's no need to be this distant with me."Nigel, don't listen to your parents. Take it."Timothy turned around and added, "Or do you think it's not enough?""Timothy, what are you trying to do?"Finally, Gregory couldn't hold back his anger. Infuriated, he bellowed, "Enough! If there's anything, come at me instead!""I don't see anything wrong with me trying to give Nigel a gift."Timothy was bewildered as his gaze swept across the room. He let out a slight chuckle and said, "Gregory, Regina, didn't you
Timothy left right after he gave a piece of his mind. "Is there something different about Uncle Timothy?"Nigel was flabbergasted. After a while, he reached for the envelope, and he muttered subconsciously, "Well, a thousand dollars isn't that much … Did Uncle Timothy really have a daughter? I—""Don't take it! Why do you have to take his money? Do we not give you any?"Before Nigel could even finish his sentence, Gregory bellowed at him. A loud slap was heard. He smacked Nigel's hand and snatched the envelope away from him. Infuriated, he hurled it to the ground. A thousand dollars wasn't a big deal now, but it was ten years ago. And it was the exact same amount they gave Timothy when Alice was born. "Dad, what are you doing?" Nigel exclaimed, taken aback. The back of his hand was hurting."Enough. Your dad has his reasons." Regina also seemed quite uneasy. She tried to comfort him, as she said with an unpleasant expression, "Go upstairs and study. I'll make it up
"It's all thanks to you, Ms. Moore," Timothy said, heaving a sigh of relief.He couldn't help but chuckle as he continued in a low tone, "I feel like I'm back to my old self. I can't wait for things to unfold now."He had been waiting for too long.Initially, he thought he had gotten over it. However, as more time passed and things started to unfold, the more he anticipated it.He couldn't wait to see how devastated Gregory and Regina would be once they were ripped off of their pretentiousness."Rest assured, Mr. Moore. It won't be long."Hannah smiled and said firmly, "Very soon, you can go back to Shaferche and listen to their piano music."Timothy was slightly stunned after he heard her. After a while, he suddenly laughed.His laughter was raspy as it became louder. Tears fell on the cushion beneath him, and soon, it was stained with a large puddle of tears."Thank you," he finally said in a hoarse voice after what seemed like ages. His laughter had finally ceased.After T
Back then, Simon had almost barged into Molly's house. Yet, he had refused to speak a word of truth.Hannah found this to be extremely unsettling. Thus, she planned to pay him a visit.After informing Hannah, Darren didn't linger around. Instead, he turned around and went downstairs immediately.When his footsteps gradually disappeared in the distance, Hannah could clearly hear Erica heaving a great sigh of relief. It turned out that she was so nervous that she had forgotten to breathe.Hannah couldn't help but let out a light chuckle."M-Ms. Emerson, I …"Erica was also startled by how loud she sounded when she exhaled. Her face went red in an instant when she heard Hannah laughing.Embarrassed, she stammered, "I wasn't—"She could barely speak. This was so embarrassing."Don't worry. There's no need to be shy," Hannah said as she saw tears welling up in Erica's eyes.She was on the verge of tearing up.In haste, Hannah quickly softened her tone as she comforted her, "I was
Simon couldn't afford to offend them, yet he couldn't avoid them, either.Why were they still after him when he was already willingly in jail?"Rest assured. We're not officers so we can't interrogate you."Hannah's gaze was cold as she said icily, "I'm just here to ask a few questions.""Ms. Emerson, even if you ask me, I won't say a thing. Why do you even bother?" Simon snickered.Instinctively, he wanted to cross his legs. However, once he met Darren's eyes, he suddenly felt anxious.Simon immediately sat up straight, putting off his mischievous demeanor. Yet, he felt wronged since it had been so long since someone had influenced him this way.After all, he was the one who had been ordering men around all these years.This was so humiliating.He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the table's corner.After a brief pause, he continued in a cautious tone, "Mr. Winchester, please don't stare at me like that. Even if you do, I won't say anything either …"He really wasn't a
Simon looked nothing like his nonchalant self from earlier. His forehead was beaded with cold sweat.A drop of sweat trickled down his cheek.No way. There was no way that his men would dare to say anything if they knew.They were all well aware of how fearsome their boss was. They would be asking for death if they were to betray him.He was certain that his lackeys wouldn't know much about the incident. Thus, he was sure that Darren was trying to trick him.Yet, the thought still made him anxious.His fear was so overwhelming that his legs were about to give in."Mr. Winchester, there's no need for you to scare me," Simon said, forcing a laugh.Not daring to meet his eyes, he averted his gaze.With a pale expression, he continued, "Of course they would turn themselves in. But there's truly nothing more to this. What else do you want us to say?"He spread his hands and stated, "I'm really not hiding anything from you guys. My answer would still be the same no matter how many