A Father And His Wolves novel Chapter 53

It turned out just as Sean had expected.

It took Gemma two or three minutes to recover from the shock. She looked down at Betty, who was on her knees, crying and yelling, and then up at Sean, who looked flat and ready, and she knew everything.

“Get up, get up.”

After all, the Wright family had been glorious five years ago. Gemma had lived most of her life and she had also been through many storms. Therefore, after a moment of shock, she was calmer than the neighbors who were watching.

She reached down to help Betty and the bullies, sighed, and said earnestly, “We are all neighbors. We meet each other almost every day. There’s no conflict that can’t be resolved. We just need to talk and negotiate.”

She was really kind and forgiving.

“Yes, you’re right.”

“Thank you!”

Betty and the gangster looked at each other, grateful for amnesty. They congratulated themselves on their escape.

“The money, it looks wet.”

Sean’s voice suddenly came from behind him.

With a shudder in their hearts, they both looked down. The money Gemma had brought was scattered all over the trampled fruits and vegetables, many of them stained with water and mud and dirty.

Gemma and Dean worked hard to save that money, bit by bit. Even a cent must not be wasted!

“We’ll reimburse you.”

Sean didn’t have to say it directly. Betty took the hint and quickly transferred money to Gemma.

“Betty, here, do me a favor. Take out my phone, too, and I’ll transfer to Gemma, too.”

The gangster, his hands broken and incapacitated, motioned to Betty, “I had tens of thousands of dollars, and I’ll give all of them to Gemma for the loss of these fruits and vegetables…”

“No, you don’t have to do this.”

Betty and the gang changed their attitude suddenly. When they were bad, they could make people gnash their teeth. But they were so sincere when they were nice, which made Gemma a little embarrassed. She waved her head and said, “These fruits and vegetables are not worth that much money.”

The bully said quickly, “The rest would be my present to you.”

“…”

When Gemma heard this, she couldn’t help but look at Sean.

Sean said, “Grandma, if they want to give it to you, take it.”

“Yeah.”

The bully nodded, “From now on, if anyone picks on Gemma around here, I’ll kill him!”

“Then, fine.”

Gemma had no choice but to accept it.

Sean bent down to pick up the money scattered on the rotten fruit when a familiar man’s voice suddenly spoke from outside the crowd, “Excuse me!”

“I’ve got the money, please don’t hurt my grandson!”

It was Dean Wright.

The onlookers all backed away to make way for Dean, who rushed in panting, obviously in a hurry, holding four bundles of bills he had just withdrawn from the bank.

With Gemma’s 60,000, it was just 100,000.

“Grandpa!”