Chapter 47: Chapter 47: We Will Take Back Everything the Green Family Owes Us One by One
Lincoln Green rushed to the hospital, his eyes dark as he looked at Aunt Claudia on the hospital bed.
“Mister, don’t blame Abigail. She’s still young…”
Smack!
Aunt Claudia feared that Lincoln Green would vent his anger on Abigail because of her, but before she could finish her sentence, he slapped her hard.
Already covered in injuries, the slap left Aunt Claudia’s ears ringing. She opened her mouth, looking at the once handsome and kind Lincoln Green in confusion, her voice trembling, “Mister, what do you mean by this?”
“What do I mean? Aunt Claudia, if it wasn’t for Minnie bringing you here, do you think you could have stayed at the Green household all these years, eating and drinking for free? Not only do you lack gratitude, but you also sow discord between me and my daughter. Now you’ve tricked Abigail into buying you a house? Where do you get the nerve?” Lincoln Green angrily stared at the woman on the bed.
Aunt Claudia’s pain on her face triggered the wounds on her body, making her wince. She stood there pale and stunned. She had worked for the Green family for many years. When the mistress was alive, she served as the housekeeper, dedicating herself to the family.
Later, after Mrs. Minnie passed away, she devoted herself to taking care of Abigail, only to be usurped by the Taylor mother and daughter, becoming the lowest servant of the Green household, with a salary of less than two thousand. Still, she worked diligently.
Where could one say she ate and drank for free?
Despite the bitterness in her heart, Aunt Claudia asked, “How would Abigail buy a house for me? Where would she get the money? Mister, have you been deceived by the Taylors again?”
“You old hag, if you won’t admit it, so be it, but don’t you dare slander Rose. From today on, get out of the Green household. If you dare to take the house, the Green family will sue you for fraud.” Lincoln Green stormed out, slamming the door in anger.
Aunt Claudia lay curled up on the bed for a long time before gathering the strength to dial Abigail’s number, “Abigail, what’s this about a house? Where did you get the money?”
“Did Lincoln Green find you?” Abigail’s first thought was of Lincoln Green. Her plump face showed a hint of displeasure. She looked down at the child in her arms and lowered her voice.
“Is it about those documents signed today? No matter what, Abigail, return them. The Taylors won’t let you off easily. Don’t stay at the Green household anymore. Keep some money with you, don’t spend carelessly. In the future…” At that time, they only said Abigail asked her to sign; she didn’t even get to see the content and didn’t think much of it.
Abigail wouldn’t let Aunt Claudia continue, “I bought it for you, afraid Lincoln Green would let that mother-daughter duo take it. It’s not just for you.”
“But…”
“Take care of yourself. You still need to take care of me in the future. He didn’t bully you, did he?” Abigail interrupted Aunt Claudia.
Aunt Claudia covered her swollen face, “No.”
Abigail hung up the phone and looked at the message sent by the special attendant, her eyes growing dark.
Aunt Claudia, don’t worry. Everything the Green family owes us will be reclaimed one by one.
As for Lincoln Green…
Heh.
Abigail had given up hope. But these accumulating debts? She would remember every single one.
…
Study.
Brandon Piers looked up, putting away today’s video from the living room.
A cold, ambiguous smile played in his amber eyes. “My future father-in-law is really hard to describe.”
A gentleman wouldn’t speak ill of others.
“Do you want to check on Miss Abigail?” Pullan asked worriedly. But that face was so stiff that it made any expression seem incongruous.
“Why would I check on her?” Brandon Piers raised his eyebrows at Pullan.
Pullan couldn’t detect his boss’s tease and answered seriously, “Being treated this way by her own father, she must be very upset.”
“Why don’t you go?”
“Huh?” Pullan didn’t understand, “Can I go?”
He thought the second young master comforting her would be more useful.
At the very least, this face was pleasing to the eye.
However, if the second young master didn’t go, he could go too.
“Get out.” Brandon Piers suddenly grew angry at Pullan’s earnest inquiry.
Pullan left the study feeling wronged. Recently, the second young master’s temper had become increasingly unpredictable, and his refinement had diminished.