This thought made her sentimental, but she did not seem to feel anything else.
Ever since her son Easton was born, Nora, who had always been adrift, felt satisfied. As long as she had her son, she didn't care about anything else.
In the past five years, she was saved by the Joneses. When she lost her memory, of course she was uneasy and regarded the Joneses and Sheldon as her whole world.
Now, everything was different.
Nora wrenched her mind back to the present and glanced at the bags beside Easton, "Easton, what are these?"
The little guy's heart trembled and he subconsciously hid them. He forgot all about them.
If his mother knew the true value of these things, she would definitely get angry. Easton knew that he couldn't say anything. His mind raced and he said.
"Mom, Sheldon bought these things for me. These two bags are full of clothes, more than 20 sets in all. I said no, but he insisted on buying them for me."
"Isn't he the young master of a rich family? He's too stingy. All these clothes add up to only 8,000 dollars." Easton only said a fraction of the cost of the clothes. In fact, they were worth hundreds of thousands dollars.
Nora was thrift, so she thought 8,000 dollars was a lot of money. However, one set of clothes included a jacket and pants. There were more than 20 sets, so after careful calculation, the average price of one garment was about only three or four hundred dollars.
Such clothes would be good for a child from an ordinary family.
However, her son was the grandson of the Xaviers. Besides, Nora couldn't help but frown when she thought of the financial strength of the Joneses.
It was not that she thought Sheldon looked down on her son, but that Sheldon was trying to coax her son just because her son was still young, which made her unhappier.
"What about this gift box?" Nora asked again.
"This is grape juice. I think it's sweet and delicious, so I asked the waiter to pack up a few bottles for me. It's not expensive, which costs 38 dollars a bottle."
The grape juice actually cost 38,000 dollars a bottle. He was probably the only one who could say it that calmly.
Nora did not know that there was nothing cheaper than 100 dollars in that store. Even the napkins were carefully designed and perfumed, costing thousands of dollars.
Easton planned very well. According to the price he said, he believed that my mother would not take it to heart, let alone go to Sheldon to verify it.
However, he didn't know that after sending him back, Nora directly transferred 10,000 dollars to Sheldon's account, and said that it was for clothes and juice for her son today.
Sheldon returned with a face full of anger. As soon as he got home, he received the money and her message. He was so furious that he almost lost his breath and fainted.
Ten thousand dollars? Grape juice?
He spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on them. Was that bitch trying to fool him with only 10,000 dollars?
Sheldon took a few deep breaths and tried to restrain his head from being dizzy with anger. His eyes were fixed on the message and he read the words "grape juice" a few more times.
That was not right. According to the character of that bitch, she would not do this. Since the woman thought 10,000 dollars was enough, was it possible that...
After figuring it out, Sheldon's face clouded over again. It must be the trick of that little bastard again, damn it.
He had lived for more than 20 years, and he was the young master of the Joneses. He had no idea that he would one day be tricked like this by a little boy of about five.
Well, that was great. There was a fierce look flashed across Sheldon's eyes. He really wanted to torture that kid...
Sheldon sat on the sofa, and there was a sinister look on his handsome face. He couldn't get angry with that bitch yet. Besides, he had to try to explain to her what he had shown in his anger today.
He had to get the woman to agree to marry him. Sheldon had never been so depressed.
"Son, what's wrong with you? You don't look well. Are you not feeling well?"
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