This was the scene that greeted Trevor when he got home from playing golf. His eyebrows knitted together as he spoke. “This stool is worth thirty thousand. As you are right now, you can’t afford to break it.”
His words only fueled Cecilia’s rage.
“What are you trying to imply?! If not for my husband and me, would you be able to afford this stool or this house?! Trevor, you’re an ungrateful b*stard!”
“Ungrateful b*stard?” Trevor, too, was enraged.
“If I really am as ungrateful as you claim, I wouldn’t even let you stay here, let alone raise Wendy with my money!”
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