Free Web NovelChapter 119: Chapter 119: Haven’t Seen You for a Few Days, and You Struck It Rich?
"What is it?"
"If you were in my shoes, what would you do in this situation?"
Shane Grant thought for a moment. "It depends on what kind of person they are. If the person you like is perfect in every way, and can bring you much more happiness than your arranged marriage partner—aside from material wealth—then I’d suggest you follow your heart. After all, life is long, and it’s not easy to find a soulmate. You can always earn money, but if you miss out on the right person, they’re gone forever."
Zeke Walton gazed at his handsome, youthful features and the steady, dignified air that radiated from him when he spoke seriously. His affection for him deepened.
"The person I like is a hundred, no, ten thousand times better than my arranged marriage partner. You’re right. Money can be earned, but the right person is gone if you miss your chance. Shane, I’ll hold on!"
Shane Grant was amused by his earnest expression, which made it seem like he was swearing an oath.
"Why do you look like you’re ready to take on the world? Is the gap between you and the person you like that big? So big that you’re certain your parents will never accept it, even before you’ve told them?"
"It’s not that the gap is big, it’s that I’m not good enough for him. I was so foolish before, always thinking I was strong enough and could just coast through life. But ever since I started wanting to be with him, I’ve realized there’s so, so much I need to improve."
Shane Grant didn’t understand the full picture. He just saw Zeke Walton as a gentle, considerate, responsible, and ambitious young man—a rare talent. He patted his shoulder encouragingly.
"Good for you, kid. I’m happy for you that you’re thinking this way. But don’t put too much pressure on yourself. There’s still plenty of time, so take it slow. She’ll understand."
In that instant, Zeke Walton felt as if he could see a bright future for himself and Shane Grant, and he was filled with fighting spirit.
"Shane, since we get along so well, how about I work for you from now on?"
"My dad always says my makeup and styling studio isn’t a proper job and keeps nagging me to go back to the family company, but I don’t want to be stuck with a bunch of old geezers. Take me under your wing. Teach me how to deal with them calmly. At least let me learn to control my temper before I go back, okay?"
The Walton Family’s influence in Veridia was respectable, so Shane Grant didn’t take Zeke Walton’s words seriously.
’He’s just young and naive, speaking on impulse. His parents would never let him act so foolishly. It would be silly to take him at his word.’
"If you don’t mind that I’m a cripple now, then suit yourself."
To Zeke Walton, those words sounded like an admission ticket to a happy life with Shane Grant. Suddenly, his entire future seemed bright.
「The sun grew hotter, making it unsuitable to stay outdoors, so the Old Master and Cecelia Archer took the two children home.」
The four of them were sitting on the living room floor, about to play with paper cuttings, when a call came from Doris Morton.
"Where are you? I went back to my hometown a few days ago, and if I don’t call you, you don’t call me. How’s Candy? Are you free? I’ll come see you guys."
Cecelia Archer didn’t dare let her come to the Vaughn residence. She was afraid that if Doris Morton found out Damien Vaughn’s identity, she would have a heart attack.
She briefly explained that Candy was fine and told her to focus on her own business, but Doris cursed her for being heartless.
"I’ve been so worried about you, but you haven’t thought about me at all? I guess it’s true what they say, once you get a man, you don’t care if your friends live or die. Hmph!"
"I feel awful, Cecelia. Can you come out and keep me company?"
In all the time they had known each other, Doris had rarely ever said she felt awful. Cecelia was startled and quickly asked what was wrong.
Doris said, "My mom hasn’t been feeling well lately. When I went back to see her this time..."
Seeing Cecelia on the phone with an increasingly troubled expression, the Old Master guessed that she had run into some problems.
After she hung up, he said to Cecelia, "Did a friend call for you? If you have something to do, just go. Don’t worry, there are plenty of us here. You think we can’t look after two kids?"
Cecelia was filled with gratitude for the Old Master.
「Soon, she and Doris met at the entrance of a shopping mall.」
Doris Morton’s face was pale and she seemed completely drained of energy. Cecelia thought she might have heatstroke and ordered her an iced coffee.
"What’s wrong with your mom? Is it serious? Don’t be upset yet. Just tell me everything."
Doris said, "Well, if you want to say it’s serious, I took her to several hospitals, but they couldn’t find anything wrong. But if you want to say it’s not serious, she has headaches all day, her limbs feel weak, and she has no energy. I don’t know what to do anymore."
"I’m the only daughter in our family. At a time like this, I’m not by her side, my career is going nowhere, and I can’t even help her financially. I feel like such a failure."
Cecelia completely understood how she felt. Fortunately, she had a bit of money on hand recently.
"Why don’t you take your mom to a bigger hospital? I have some money on hand right now. Tell me how much you need, and I’ll give it to you."
"You’ll give it to me? I don’t have a cent. We’ll need at least 100,000. You have that kind of money?"
Cecelia immediately transferred 200,000 to her. "Use this for now. If it’s not enough, just let me know."
Doris was shocked. She hadn’t seen her in just a few days, and suddenly she was rich, handing over 200,000 without a second thought.
"Cecelia, you..."
Cecelia cut her off. "Don’t worry. I didn’t steal or rob anyone. It’s clean money. Spend it however you need to." freeweɓnøvel.com
"Honestly, if you were short on cash, you could have just told me on the phone. Did you really have to come all the way back here? Now you have to rush back again. All this travel is exhausting. You need to take better care of yourself."
Doris was incredibly moved and hugged Cecelia tightly.
As the best friends were having a touching moment, Doris, resting her head on Cecelia’s shoulder, caught a glimpse of a man and a woman entering the mall.
Her heart leaped, and she pushed Cecelia away.
"Cecelia, take a look for me. Are my eyes playing tricks on me? Why does that man look so much like my dad?"
Cecelia followed her gaze and saw a fashionable man and woman entering the mall.
The woman looked to be in her twenties or thirties. She had voluminous, alluring waves in her hair, wore a tight, form-fitting dress, had on exquisite makeup, and carried a Gucci bag.
The man beside her was well-dressed, but his protruding beer belly and the wrinkles on his face couldn’t hide his age. He had to be at least fifty.
Those features... they were so familiar. Who else could it be but Doris’s father?
"Is that your dad’s assistant? What are they doing here at this hour?"
Cecelia really didn’t want to think the worst of Mr. Morton, but the woman was clinging intimately to his arm. Every single one of their movements was filled with an undeniable, tender affection.
"Right? You see it too, that’s my dad! Didn’t he tell my mom he was on a business trip to Corvane? Didn’t he say he was super busy? So this is what he’s busy with—finding a mistress on the side?"
Doris was on the verge of a breakdown. Her eyes turned red and her voice started to tremble as she stared at the pair.
"My mom’s not even dead yet and he’s already this impatient? I’m going to give him a piece of my mind on my mom’s behalf today!"
With that, she leaped from her chair and bolted out the door.
Doris ran off in such a hurry that she left her bag and phone behind. Cecelia quickly gathered her things and chased after her.
By the time she caught up, Doris was already physically fighting with the woman.
"Where did this bitch come from? Shameless! So young and already seducing other people’s husbands? Let go of him!"
