Reborn Rich: Prices Dropped, My Savings Didn't novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223: Chapter 221: The Abacus Beads Flew into My Face

Jasmine Sterling had long since let go of the old grievances with the Fultons.

Back then, she had been too busy raising three children to have the energy to get entangled with the Fulton Family.

Now, so many years had passed. To Jasmine Sterling, no matter what the old folks had done in the past, they were getting on in years. If they truly missed their grandson, she wouldn’t stop Ethan from going back to see them.

Connor Fulton looked at Jasmine Sterling, his eyes filled with complex emotions. Although he hadn’t interacted with her much, he could tell from what happened back then that the woman before him, despite her slow, gentle, and amiable way of speaking and acting, was actually stubborn and unyielding to the bone.

How else could she have raised three children all by herself?

And raised them so well, at that!

In the end, it was Justin’s misfortune, and the Fulton Family’s misfortune as well.

Connor Fulton sighed, his tone filled with unconcealable sorrow. "Jasmine, I’m truly ashamed to be saying this to you, but the child is Justin’s, after all. I’d like Ethan to go to his father’s grave and kowtow. What do you think?"

When these words reached Cecilia Sterling’s ears, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

Jasmine Sterling’s expression turned ugly as well. She subconsciously glanced at her daughter, then replied irritably, "The way you put it, Big Brother... you want Ethan to go back and acknowledge his ancestors, but not the granddaughters, is that it? Right... If you were going to acknowledge the granddaughters, you would have done it back then. If you’d acknowledged the granddaughters back then, none of this would have happened, and Justin wouldn’t have died."

She hadn’t wanted to bring up old scores, but the Fultons’ actions were simply disgusting.

Cecilia Sterling’s heart ached for her mother, and she immediately let out a dismissive sneer. "How novel. I’ve lived for twenty years without ever meeting my grandparents. Suits me just fine. I don’t consider myself one of the Fultons anyway. My last name is Sterling. If Ethan wants to go back, he can. That’s his own choice. The Fulton Family doesn’t want to acknowledge me, and I will never go back either."

"I’m not going back!"

Ethan Sterling, his face full of anger, looked at Connor Fulton. "Uncle, please take a message back for me. My mom is the one who gave birth to me, and my mom is the one who raised me. I will never do anything to disappoint or hurt her as long as I live."

"Ethan, your grandparents are old, they..."

"They don’t lack for grandsons," Ethan interrupted Connor Fulton, looking at him seriously. "But my mom only has one son!"

Connor Fulton was at a loss for words. Ethan wasn’t a little kid anymore; he had his own independent thoughts and consciousness. He couldn’t be treated like a child who could be coaxed back with just a few nice words.

He looked at Jasmine Sterling as if asking for help. "Jasmine, look... just take pity on the old folks."

"Uncle, don’t you stand there and guilt-trip us. My mom takes pity on the old folks, but who has taken pity on my mom all these years?" Cecilia said.

Jasmine Sterling saw that Cecilia was genuinely angry, so she raised a hand and gently patted her daughter’s shoulder to show she was fine. Only then did she turn to Connor Fulton and say, "Big Brother, no one can be forced in this matter. I respect Ethan’s wishes. If he wants to go back, he can go back. I absolutely won’t stop him. But if he doesn’t want to, no one can force him."

Connor Fulton had already anticipated this outcome.

’If they knew it would come to this, why did they act that way back then?’

Choked with emotion, he remained silent for a long while before finally nodding. "So be it. Ethan’s grown up now and has a mind of his own. As his uncle, I don’t have much right to say anything more."

With that, he took three red envelopes out of his pocket. "I figured this would be a wasted trip. It’s the New Year, so I brought some red envelopes for the kids."

"I don’t want it!" Ethan turned his head away, refusing to even look.

Cecilia also said, "Uncle, you should just take them back. We haven’t accepted any red envelopes from the Fulton Family for all these years, and we don’t want any connection or contact in the future either."

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