A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 372

It was time to collect the monthly living expenses again.

Eleanor stood at the bottom of the stairs, staring up at Quentin's closed bedroom door, her face wrinkled like a bitter melon. Beside her, Albert kept his head down, offering a convenient target for her mounting frustration.

"Just look at what she's doing," Eleanor hissed. "We tell her to come back, and she refuses! Now our whole family is struggling to survive."

Albert cleared his throat nervously. "We made a huge concession by agreeing to let her marry Quentin, and she doesn't even appreciate it. Let's have him call her later. If she hurries back today and gets the household finances in order, we'll let it slide. But if she refuses... well, even if she comes begging at our door with a pile of cash later, we won't take her back."

The bedroom door creaked open. The elderly couple instantly shrank back, retreating to the edge of the sofa.

"What are you two blanking out for so early in the morning?" Quentin asked, striding down the stairs.

"Money," Eleanor said bluntly.

Quentin's brow twitched. "Didn't I just give you three thousand?"

Eleanor immediately fired off a rapid-fire list. "Larissa and Demi's miscellaneous school fees are nine hundred and eighty. The HOA fees haven't been paid in three months, that's eighteen hundred and ten..."

Quentin tuned out the rest. They were acting like they were on the brink of starvation, making him feel like a criminal who was letting his family go hungry.

"I'll give it to you tonight," he muttered, yanking the front door open and practically sprinting outside.

"Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" Albert shouted through the closing door.

But he was already gone.

"Eating out is so expensive," Eleanor grumbled, her face darkening with anger. "It costs at least fifteen bucks for a single meal. Winifred cooked breakfast for three years and spoiled all our appetites! Now everyone is a picky eater and impossible to please. She caused our family to end up like this, and she needs to take responsibility!"

Eleanor sat heavily on the edge of the bed. Shelly was already showing; her precious grandson was over three months along. If Winifred returned, Seth and Annelise would drain their money and energy. They were dead weight. Extra baggage the Adams family simply didn't need.

"If she came back alone, without the kids... if it was just her and Quentin, that would be perfect," Albert said, rubbing his thighs anxiously. "But those kids are human lives. We don't want them, but we can't exactly just throw them away."

He sighed, running a hand through his greying hair.

"We can't throw them away, but there are other ways to deal with them," Eleanor said, a calculating gleam in her eye.

Albert turned to her. "Like what?" As long as it didn't involve murder and getting themselves thrown in jail, he was open to anything.

"We send them back to Seaport City. We hand them over to Holden Lockwood's family."