Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 925

Mr. Harris grew increasingly unsatisfied. “Why? We’ve always been the old woman’s caretakers. But did she give us anything in the end? Did you see the look on Arianne’s face? She’s disowned us as relatives, just because we’re poor. The Tremonts have more than enough money, yet they’re still hounding after the Wynn Mansion. Who knows what she’s thinking? She’s a woman. She’s married. So I guess we’ll have to change the Wynn Mansion’s name in the future then. That mansion should belong to Harvey. Giving the Wynn mansion to her father’s murderer. What a novel idea!”

Harvey felt absolutely disgusted by his parents when he overheard all of this. “Will you stop talking? Everything in the Wynn family should belong to her anyway. Let’s set aside the fact that we’ve been caring for grandma all these years. If I remember correctly, you’ve been asking my brother-in-law for a lot of money, haven’t you, dad? At least a few hundred thousand? Mom and I haven’t seen a single cent. They’re already being extremely nice. Stop being so greedy.”

Zoey was not aware of this. She was shocked. “What did you say? Is this true? How much money has Mark given you?”

Her husband rubbed his nose, feeling guilty. “Weren’t we getting a divorce at the time? For that reason, I didn’t want to tell you… The money’s gone. I’ve gambled it all off… I was tricked. You can’t blame me…”

Zoey was so enraged that she nearly collapsed. “You idiot! You shameless di*k! How much was it? Tell me!”

Harvey couldn’t be bothered to argue with them. He stared impatiently at the decreasing numbers on the elevator. When the doors opened, he left without another word. He was ashamed of his parents, but had no choice in the matter. He had his own dreams and ambitions. When he saw Arianne, there was only one thing on his mind — he wanted to be like her and Mark, holding money and power. That way, he could do whatever he wanted. Otherwise, he would only be made to bend and scrape for the rest of his life.

Mark opened the car door for Arianne when they left the hotel. “Are you going home? Shall I have Brian send you home?”

Arianne carried Aristotle to the back of the car and nodded. “Yes, take me home. The weather is too hot. I don’t want to walk around. Besides, the baby is with me.”