The Heartbreak Prescription novel Chapter 75

Stanley was so generous that George paused for a moment before replying, “Mr. Hawk, just give whatever you think is appropriate.”

Stanley raised an eyebrow. “How about a million?”

A million?

George’s eyes lit up. He hadn’t expected Stanley to casually offer that much.

“That will be enough.”

Stanley took out a check and handed it to George..

George quickly counted the zeros. It really was a million! “Thank you, Mr. Hawk. I’ll be on my way now.”

With the check in hand, George walked off, clearly pleased.

Stanley returned to the bedroom, where Wendy was already waiting for him.

Wendy glanced at him and asked, “What did George talk to you about?”

Stanley casually undid a button on his black shirt, revealing his well–defined collarbone, and smirked. “What do you think he could have said?”

Wendy furrowed her brow. “I’m asking seriously. I’m not joking.”

Stanley placed his expensive steel watch on the dresser. Noticing her tense, serious expression, he raised an eyebrow. “He didn’t say much. Just asked me for money.”

Wendy’s face shifted. “Did you give him any?”

“I did.”

“How much?”

“One million.”

Wendy was speechless. “Why did you give him money? And why one million?!”

Stanley approached her. “Wendy, what’s with you tonight? That’s your foster father. What’s wrong with giving him a million?”

Wendy stared at him, his aristocratic appearance exuding elegance and generosity. Stanley had always been generous, never stingy with her. A million was nothing to him, more like a small charity.

Her clear eyes fixed on his handsome face. “If you give him a million today, he’ll ask for two million tomorrow. You’re just feeding his greed. I’m going to get that money back for you right now.”

She turned to leave, but Stanley grabbed her delicate arm.

“Wendy, what’s going on with you?” He lowered his voice, asking, “Why did your foster father go to prison? Ten years. That’s a serious sentence.”

He was asking her about her foster father’s crime.

* His gaze was gentle, not betraying any contempt for her despite George’s visit. Raised in a high–status family and

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Chapter 75

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well–educated, Stanley had the poise of someone accustomed to refinement. He had always been a good man, and Glinda was the same–accepting her background, offering warmth. This was probably what a true aristocratic family looked like.

When George threw the question at her today, Wendy hadn’t answered—not because she felt ashamed, but because there was no need to.

Wendy looked at Stanley. “That’s personal. It has nothing to do with you.”