“That’s good. Listen carefully, Dad. I’ve about seventy million in my Mom’s bank account. When you get the chance, retrieve it as soon as you can. The amount should be enough for a comfortable retirement.”
“Where did you get the money from?” Taylor was flabbergasted.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” Sharon murmured. “The card is hidden in the pillow in my room and the password is Mom’s birthday. That’s all for now. I’m going to hang up.”
Upon noticing that the phone call was about to span a minute, Sharon rushed to complete her agenda for the phone call. Just as she was about to hang up, Taylor anxiously yelled, “Hold on!”
“What’s wrong?” Sharon asked.
“When is your Mom’s birthday?” Taylor enquired feebly.
“I can’t believe you. You truly are a heartless man. How could you forget her birthday?” Sharon was beyond disappointed.
Despite her callous personality, Sharon’s mom was her Achilles heel.
As Taylor’s mistress, she was never allowed to reveal her actual identity in order to preserve his reputation. However, that never stopped her from going to great lengths when it came to Sharon’s upbringing. She even went as far as sacrificing herself just so Sharon can return to the Blackwoods family.
Sharon always felt like she let her mother down. Hence, she was strictly unable to tolerate anyone who did her mother any disservice.
“Age is catching up with me. My memory’s failing me these days,” Taylor endeavors to defend himself. “I can’t even recall your sister’s and your birthdays. I don’t even remember my own birthday, for that matter.”
“That’s enough,” Sharon interjected. “630527!” In a brusque manner, she angrily reminded him.
“Got it. I’ll remember it now.”
Taylor had adopted a much more docile tone when conversing with Sharon. It sounded raspy and aged, different from the alluring man he once was in his days of yore.
“Is Cynthia dead?”
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