Chapter 1172 - 1171: Is This a Money Grab?

Chapter 1172: Chapter 1171: Is This a Money Grab?

Nia Mitchell was sitting in the Private Booth, and Molly Harguez looked overjoyed.

"I didn’t expect you to have Young Master Peary so wrapped around your finger. Has he given you any money to spend? Any cards or anything like that?"

Don’t they always show it on TV?

The rich young heir, throwing money around like it’s nothing.

Whoever he dates, it’s casually countless amounts of cash, generously signing a check for the heroine, or giving her a card with no limit or something.

That’s what the world of the rich is like.

Nia Mitchell must have that too.

You saw just now, Young Master Peary treated her incredibly well.

"I don’t have anything like that."

Nia Mitchell couldn’t possibly not know what Molly Harguez was trying to do by saying that.

Throw out a brick to lure out jade—she just wanted to squeeze some money out of her, that’s all.

"Listen to yourself, what kind of thing is that to say? We’re your only family, how can you be this stingy with us too?"

Really can’t be put on display, a complete dead weight.

Even if she gets rich, she doesn’t know how to spend, so petty and small-minded, people will look down on her sooner or later.

Back when she had no money, not sending money home was one thing, but now that she does, how can she still be this stingy?

It’s downright heartless.

"Nia Mitchell, right now your dad’s injured, your brother’s injured, and I have to keep this family going. Where doesn’t that take money?"

And the Doctor made it very clear earlier, just looking at it, this is no small amount.

Dad Mitchell was the pillar of the family; now that the pillar’s fallen, how would she possibly have money?

From the looks of it, Dad Mitchell would need a long time to recuperate and simply couldn’t keep working.

"It’s been so many years—don’t you guys have even a little bit of savings?"

Nia Mitchell just didn’t buy it at all, it was practically a joke.

After all these years, they’ve already bought a place in the city, and they’re still saying they don’t have money?

Heh.

Who would believe that?

"Anyway, I really don’t have money right now. I haven’t even gotten my salary. I’m still living off someone else’s food and drink right now."

What Nia Mitchell was saying was the plain truth; it’s just that most people don’t like to hear it.

"Listen to those words coming out of your mouth, they’re outrageous."

Molly Harguez was furious; this was going too far.

She’d never seen such a miser.

"Nia, things really aren’t good at home. How about... just think of it as your dad borrowing from you?"

Dad Mitchell suddenly spoke, his voice shaking, sounding so pitiful it was hard to bear.

She thought of that robbery the other day, all those thugs punching and kicking—her dad had shielded her under him. If it weren’t for him...

How could she have come out unscathed?

"Dad, what are you talking about? Giving you money and taking care of you is what I’m supposed to do."

A father actually saying he’s borrowing money from his own daughter, that’s...

Plainly a slap in the face to the daughter.

"I’ll talk it over with Maxwell Peary about this."

She really didn’t have a single cent of her own, otherwise she wouldn’t...

"Sis, don’t put too much pressure on yourself. What you need to make sure of right now is that you live your own life well."

Aldy Mitchell was afraid money would cause friction between the two of them, so he spoke up right away.

Hearing his son’s words, Dad Mitchell felt a bit ashamed too.

"Right, right, Nia, you have to make sure you live your own life well first."

Even though his daughter had married into money, entering a rich family isn’t something you just stroll into.

"Don’t worry, I’ll cherish everything I have now."