How to Get a Wife

Chapter 61 Worry About Future Life



Chapter 61 Worry About Future Life

Wilson sat in the chair, carefully reading the reports in his hands. The chilly air around him made Glenn shiver.

A storm was on the way. Glenn prayed in his heart not to be involved.

"Good job. Have you dealt with the lawyer?"

"It's done. I have found the best lawyer in H city and he said it was absolutely no problem."

"That's good." While Wilson knocked on the table silently, his eyes were blazing with anger. "And don't let that woman go. I will make them never come out again for the rest of their lives."

"I know. Don't worry." Glenn knew how much Wilson hated Eve. He couldn't handle a lot of things himself.

"Thank you, Glenn."

Glenn was a little surprised by Wilson's sudden emotional appreciate. He wondered whether Wilson was crazy because he knew that he could finally avenge.

"I'm not used to it." As soon as Glenn uttered these words, he felt that he was stupid. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Wilson had been collapsed since his sister-in-law, brother and mother passed away. He hadn't gone to school but stayed at home all the time.

Alexander knew that he was sad about it, so he didn't say anything else and just let him stay at home. He thought that everything would be fine after some time.

Wilson had nothing to do at home, but he was surprised to know the truth.

"You did a good job this time. I've sent you the money." It was Eve's voice.

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

Wilson heard the conversation between Eve and her son and felt uneasy, so he stood there and continued to listen.

"It's all because of you. If I don't find someone to kill Davis, your father will send him abroad for treatment. If he wakes up, do you think the Yan group will still have your share?" Wilson realized what had happened. He couldn't help clenching her fists. 'It turns out that his brother was murdered.'

"But thanks to Abby's death, otherwise I wouldn't have had the chance."

"In fact, mom, it was me who had arranged that thing."

"What did you say?"

"I paid a lot to teach Wilson a lesson, but I didn't expect what happened to Abby. I'm really sorry for her. She's good to me."

"My silly son, what are you thinking about? All he did is to win you over. If Davis take over the Yan group, I don't know what they will do to you. What's more, you didn't mean to do that. That woman was just unlucky. "

"I see."

"But I didn't expect that Celine could die so easily. Now only Wilson left. I don't need to be in a hurry. Son, the Yan group will be ours sooner or later. "

"Mom is right. The Yan group will be ours from now on."

"Hahaha..."

Wilson stood in the dark, clenching his fists, his eyes burning with rage. He couldn't see the scene of their conversation, but he could feel how excited they were now, and how disgusting the things they had done before.

Was it because Abby was insulted by the gangs and committed suicide?

His brother had become sick, but they killed him in that way. Was it because they were afraid that his brother would inherit the Yan group?

His mother, however, was treated as a joke by them.

Wilson's anger was almost out of control, but he was still sensible. He knew that he was still a child and that he had been protected well by his brother and who hadn't experienced any big storm. Now, he had to rely on himself to avenge his dead relative.

So he could only grow stronger.

Wilson snapped out of his trance, it was ten years ago, but he still felt angry when he recalled what Eve and her son had said.

In Wilson's hand, those documents were enough to sentence Eve and her son to death, but he didn't want them to die in a comfortable way, so he wanted to let them die in prison.

But even so, it could not relieve the hatred for him, who could understand the pain of losing a loved one.

As Emily and Gary were preparing for their wedding, Joanna's stepmother called her to pick up Jack.

Although Joanna was reluctant, she still went back on time.

"Let me tell you, Jack is too spoiled to do any housework. Besides, you must be on time for meals and not let him to eat the leftover food. You need to pick up Jack by yourself from school and..." Standing aside, listening to her stepmother's teaching, Joanna had no idea what was going on. She sighed to herself, 'children nowadays are really the princesses and emperors of their families. They are surrounded by all.'

Joanna found a big trouble, for she was not good at taking care of kids.

"Did you hear that?"

"Got it. I'll be careful."

"Joanna, if Jack is sick, I won't let you go." At the same time, Emily squatted down in front of Jack and helped him tidy up his clothes. And she also warned Joanna with viciousness.

Joanna looked at Emily and sighed. Although she was not a good person, at least she loved her child with all her heart.

Feeling headache, Joanna looked at the luggage in front of her. She couldn't imagine such a young boy whose clothes were several times as many as all her luggage. He must change his clothes every day, so Joanna was worried about their future life. She wondered if she would spend several hours to wash clothes for this little boy every day? Could her small house really put so many things in it?

Joanna felt like weeping but had no tears.

"I also know that you can't afford to rent a big house. I bought an apartment. You can live there with Jack so that I can go to see them conveniently." Then she handed over a bunch of keys, "I don't want my son to live in such a shabby house."

Staring at the keys in her hand, Joanna didn't know whether she should laugh or cry. She could live in a better place, is this a pie in the sky hit her?

Joanna didn't have much stuff, so she quickly packed them up. Then she took Jack to her new residence.

Never mind. The rent that wasn't returned should be donated. Fortunately, she could live in a better house now, so she didn't need to take it to heart.

Emily kindly borrowed a driver for her younger sister, and it would be easier for Joanna to move.


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