My mystery lover novel (Richard and Amy) novel Chapter 147

"Madam, there is an extra deposit in your account." The secretary said to Mrs. Newell, holding the files of her bank account.

"How much?" Mrs. Newell asked the secretary.

"Six hundred thousand," the secretary reported the number to Mrs. Newell.

"Huh, this Amy is really interesting. I went out of my way to accidentally stain her clothes so that I could give her that skirt. I didn't expect her to transfer the money back to me. What a silly lady. Unexpectedly, I shouldn't have hung that skirt up. Sophia must have told her something when she went back and saw it." Mrs. Newell let out a defeated smile when she saw the extra six hundred thousand in her account.

Mrs. Newell had always wanted to compensate her daughter for what she owed her, but she had never had the chance to do so.

"Then what are we going to do about this, Madame?" The secretary asked Mrs. Newell.

"Forget it. Since it's already transferred to my account, it’s not like we should return it. Keep it. The Carter family is not short of this little money. We'll talk about it later." Mrs. Newell dismissed her secretary.

Stephen was the only one Mrs. Newell would be grateful for in her life. He had raised their daughter to be such a decent lady. And for Amy's sake, he had never remarried. But how could Mrs. Newell repay him?

He definitely wouldn't accept it if she gave him money, nor would he take the company. Stephen was just an honest and simple man, so he wasn't cut out for business.

She could only ask Amy to take good care of him. That should be some kind of reward for his kindness in bringing her up.

Mrs. Newell sighed. Although she was Amy's birth mother, she did not fulfill her parental responsibility. And now she could not tell Amy the truth. Given Amy's personality, Mrs. Newell guessed that the young lady wouldn't return to her even if she found out about it. Mrs. Newell could only hide in the shadow and quietly look after Amy.

"Mrs. Newell, is something bothering you?" Mr. Newell walked in and noticed the grave look on his wife's face.

"Mr. Newell, I gave my daughter a dress today, but she transferred the money back to me." Mrs. Newell, or Mrs. Newell Rice, explained to her husband in resignation.

"Oh, that's what you're upset about? It'll be alright. There's still plenty of time. Whatever you want to give her, take your time. The kid is very kind. As you know, she wouldn't even take my shares. If it was someone else, they would have been jealous long ago." Mr. Newell walked over to comfort his wife.

"Mr. Newell, the man I'm sorry for the most in my life is Stephen. Figure out for me how I should repay him." Watching her husband, Mrs. Newell felt relaxed. He could always come up with a thoughtful solution to whatever problem. It was just that Mrs. Newell didn't want to trouble him most of the time.

"The best reward you can give him is to let Amy stay with him. He only cares about Amy, so don't try to take her away from him." Mr. Newell said to Mrs. Newell.

"That's what I'm thinking. But I feel very guilty if that's the only thing I can do. I do wish he will pull himself together again." Mrs. Newell wrapped her arms around Mr. Newell's waist and put her face on his belly.

Mr. Newell was tall and handsome. In his forties, he still looked young.

"Leave this to me, would you? I don't want my wife to be bothered by it." Mr. Newell stroked Mrs. Newell's hair and comforted her. He knew what she wanted, but there was nothing he could do about it. Amy was raised by someone else, so they could only keep an eye on her from afar.

"Where's Dexter? It seems that he hasn't returned home for a long time. Is he working on his painting again?" Dexter was so passionate about painting that it was not unfair to call him a painting addict.