A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 167

Larissa, the outgoing one, was in hip-hop dance classes. Demi, who had a knack for drawing, was enrolled in an art studio. The weekly tuition for both girls added up fast.

Not to mention, the girls were growing and had expensive tastes. They demanded premium seafood, high-quality cuts of meat, and organic free-range chicken and eggs for dinner. Then there were their school supplies, clothes, and endless snacks...

As Quentin did the mental math, a deep crease formed between his brows.

"How much do you need?" he asked, looking at his mother.

Eleanor sat up straighter, looking thoroughly exhausted, playing the part of a neglected mother whose son had failed to provide for her.

"The housekeeper's wages were due yesterday," she stated flatly. "Since Winifred threw her little tantrum and ran off, the housekeeper cornered me after dinner tonight asking for her paycheck."

Naturally, Eleanor had zero intention of paying it herself. She had suffered through years of hardship to raise a successful son. Now that he had a sprawling house, a luxury car, and a booming medical clinic, she fully expected to coast on his dime.

She continued rattling off the expenses. "Larissa said the class group chat sent out a notice for this month's cafeteria fees, and Winifred hasn't paid that either. The teacher tagged both of you in the chat. Did you not see it?"

Quentin immediately pulled out his phone and opened the parents' group chat.

Sure enough, their family was the only one that hadn't paid. The teacher had tagged both him and Winifred.

But wait—Winifred had always been the one to manage the girls! She was entirely responsible for them. Why was this suddenly his problem? He barely checked the parents' group once a year; how was he supposed to know he was needed?

His frown deepened. What was wrong with Winifred? Why hadn't she paid the fees? Having a teacher publicly call him out in a group chat of over a hundred parents was deeply humiliating. It was an incredibly sloppy mistake on her part. She had been taking care of the girls for three years, she knew exactly when payments were due, and she certainly knew how to use the group chat.

Eleanor kept talking, her voice grating.

Quentin's heart plummeted into his stomach.

"That's what it costs to run this house for a month," Eleanor declared. "And make sure you transfer it to me by the first of every month from now on. I have my pride. I refuse to wait around for the help to demand their wages, and I certainly won't have teachers calling us out publicly, making the whole class think we can't afford our own grandchildren's tuition!"

Albert waved his phone slightly. "We just submitted requests to join the parents' group chat. We're waiting for the teacher to approve us."

Eleanor let out a cold, arrogant scoff. "We have money. What's there to be afraid of? From now on, we'll pay the girls' expenses ourselves! Giving the money to Winifred to handle or giving it directly to us is the exact same thing."

"If she wants to run off and play hard to get, let her. What is she waiting for? For us to beg her to come back?"

Eleanor sneered. *She's just a woman surviving off my son's charity!*