Chapter 839
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Rosie’s patience wore thin. “Don’t give up so quickly! I’ll find more chances for you.”
Not wanting to talk about the matter any longer, Tina reached for her bag. “I’ve got things to take care of. I need to go now. We’ll talk some other time.”
Once Tina had left, Rosie turned to Isabella with a complaint. “She folds at the first obstacle. How is she supposed to get anywhere like that?”
She looked at Isabella. “You’re the smart one. Tina’s just a pretty face.”
Isabella, who owed her current success to Rosie, offered her a grateful smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll try to talk some sense into her when I can. If Tina doesn’t marry into wealth, she’ll always be dependent on her family. Should anything happen to her father, she’ll be left to deal with her brothers, and none of them will be willing to support her financially. She understands that better than anyone. I’m sure she’ll come back around.”
Rosie nodded. “When you get a chance, talk to her about it. She needs to see that we’re looking out for her.”
“You can count on me, Rosie,” Isabella replied, genuinely appreciative. Without Rosie’s support, Denis never would have treated her so well.
After an autumn rain swept through Shirie, the city turned colder.
Since his grandfather’s birthday, Ethan hadn’t seen Elsa or Emmett. Kenny and Minna were busy working, so Ethan hadn’t seen them, either.
With Kenny’s engagement just days away, Ethan made his way home to see if there was any way he could help out. He thought, for instance, about assisting Kenny and Minna with choosing formal wear.
Although the Mitchells were at the top in Shirie, the Mitchell Group was Ethan’s own creation, not a family legacy.
Ethan felt he should provide Kenny with the money for proper outfits to prevent their family from becoming the target of ridicule once the guests arrived.
The weather remained bleak. While the rain had stopped, the chill lingered in the air, and people zipped through the streets bundled up in thick jackets.
Leaving work earlier than usual, Ethan headed to the military residential compound.
Everyone was there, including Minna, who was caught up in a conversation about the engagement details.
As Ethan stepped inside, the room fell quiet. Nobody greeted him. Still, they were family, and that bond remained. Elsa gave Ethan a pointed look. “So you do remember to come home?”
Without a word, Ethan pulled a credit card from his pocket and set it on the table. His tone was steady. “The engagement ceremony will be filled with influential guests. Here is enough money for Kenny and his fiancée to buy proper outfits. I don’t want the Mitchell family to become a joke. After all, we’re supposed to be the wealthiest family in town.”
Both Emmett’s and Kenny’s faces darkened. Kenny, clearly stung by Ethan’s gesture, grabbed the card and tossed it back at Ethan. “I don’t want your money. I can buy my own suit. Don’t treat me like a charity case.”
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