‘Seems like they’ve been quarreling about the matter for quite some time now.’
Gerald thought to himself.
Earlier, when he called Mr. Winters, he sensed that Mr. Winters was in a bad mood.
It turned out that they had been quarreling.
Even if the housing estate belonged to the Crawfords, why would Gerald even fight with them for it?
“Besides, didn’t Gerald win the lottery? Why would he still care about this house anyway! And I don’t know where I lost the house key for the lock!” Sandrilla continued, fuming.
“Hmph!” Mr. Winters grunted as he picked up a large rock from the ground.
“Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?” Sandrilla asked as she stepped back in anxiousness.
Mr. Winters then stormed towards the door and smashed the lock with the rock.
He then whipped out a new lock from his pocket.
“Gerald, with this lock, the three of them wouldn’t dare to take turns to change the lock to your house. Enough with this mess. Let’s go inside and clean-up later. Come over to my house for dinner; your aunt is cooking up a feast for you.” Mr. Winters said.
“Alright then!”
Gerald took the lock and forced a smile. Turns out, the second sister-in-law was not the first person to lock his house door. The first and third sister-in-law were also involved.
Gerald looked at how grim and hopeless the circumstances were and could only force a grin.
Sandrilla’s face turned scarlet. She cried as she ran back home to make a phone call.
After Gerald had tidied up his house, he headed to Mr. Winter’s for dinner.
He was greeted by a few shiny, brand new cars parked in front of Mr. Winters’s house. The best looking one among the bunch was a black Passat.
They were all newly bought.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Secretly Rich Man