Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 105

But Zoe didn’t stop.

Their parents watched her as she launched into a rant about how cheap Grace was, how shameless she was to set foot in the designer store, and a litany of other grievances that sounded hollow at best. And of course she latched onto him writing Grace a check for millions.

He hoped she cashed it.

It was a sizable chunk of money and it could get her back on her feet.

And it was probably the only gesture standing between him and Jason Reed breaking down the door to their house right now.

“Mom!!!” Zoe railed. “He slapped me! In public!”

Sean knew the real root of the problem was that Zoe had taken a hit socially when Grace had the accident—they all did. And him hitting her… if that went viral, he’d all but kill his sister’s social life again.

“I warned you,” Sean began.

But Zoe went apeshit as soon as he said it, and he opted not to bother trying to reason with her.

She was unreasonable even on her best days.

A spoiled, entitled wolf that had no concept of how to act.

Would Grace accept the money? he wondered again.

That check was enough that it could be considered compensation for her injuries.

Not all of her injuries…

That niggling voice came from the back of his psyche. Where at the oddest times he recalled the prison and everything that had befallen Grace.

Punishments he himself had seen to.

He didn’t feel guilty about things per say, but he did think that he could have left things alone, not encouraged Lily so much nor tried so hard to stay in the Reed Family’s good graces.

But that was all in the past.

Not after today…

“…it might not be a lot of money to us,” Zoe went on. “But that golddiggin bitch doesn’t deserve a penny!”

"Sean, surely Zoe is mistaken. You wouldn’t make such a mistake,” Mrs. Stevens stared at her son anxiously.

"You should ask Zoe what she did," Sean replied instead. "She told Grace to choose a dress from the shop to buy for her and Grace chose a couture dress. I was just cleaning up Zoe’s mess."

"Just because she chose it, you had to give it to her?!" Zoe retorted insolently. "Brother, why didn't you say that you still have feelings for Grace?"

"I'm saving your life!" Sean shouted. He was itching to slap his sister again.

“Oh please.” Zoe’s hands shot to her hips. “What is Grace, the sanitation worker, going to do to me? Do you even hear yourself right now?”