Chapter 499

“I can live without a villa. Yolanda can live without a villa. All we need is a place to stay, even an old apartment would be enough!” Zebulon couldn’t stop himself from turning and shouting back at Rebecca.

“You’re the one who wants the big villa! You’re the one who wants to compete with Penelope! You’re the one using any means necessary! You’re the one forcing me to do these things that disgust me!”

Rebecca stared at him for a moment, stunned, then burst out laughing.

“Zebulon, it looks like your rehabilitation in there was quite successful. You’re actually planning to turn over a new leaf?”

Zebulon’s face turned pale. “That’s right. I spent every day and night in there reflecting on how I went from having everything to losing it all! The things I did to Penelope, every single one was filthy. I made up my mind to change my ways. If I can, I want to make amends, to atone!”

“Make amends to whom? Atone to whom?” Rebecca’s eyes widened.

Zebulon took a deep breath. “I don’t need to tell you.”

“Penelope?”

As Zebulon turned to go back inside, Rebecca lunged from behind, ramming into his back. Caught off guard, Zebulon stumbled, nearly tripping on the steps.

“Have you lost your mind?”

Rebecca’s eyes were bloodshot. “You should be making amends to me! Atoning to me!”

“You’re the one who ruined me!”

“So now you’re blaming everything on me? I’m the dirty one? I’m the disgusting one? And you’ve just left the past behind to become a clean man again?”

Zebulon was actually a little afraid of Rebecca when she was this unhinged. He avoided her piercing gaze, turning his head away. “I can’t reason with you. So I’m not getting involved in this anymore.”

“You want Yolanda and your parents to be homeless with you?”

“Even if we’re homeless, at least we’ll have a clear conscience.”

“Ha!” Rebecca laughed again. “Your father needs to pick up his medicine from the hospital this month, doesn’t he?”

Zebulon’s lips tightened. He seemed to guess what kind of nasty thing she was about to say.

“A lot of that is imported medication. Three thousand a pop, twice a month. That’s six thousand. Let me ask you, how many pennies do you have in your pocket right now?”

“To afford his medicine, I have to close deals. And to close deals, I have to please clients. And for a woman to please clients, I have to let them have their fur How do they have fun by letting them have fun with me.”

“That’s enough!”

“For every deal I closed, I was passed around by a group of men.”

“Rebecca!”

“Penelope wasn’t like this before.”

“She wasn’t! Don’t you dare slander her!”

Rebecca sneered. “Right, I’m not as capable as she is, so this is the only way I know. But Zebulon 1, Rebecca have been good to you. But you haven’t been good to me!”

“You can stop now. I… I’ll work hard. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Stop?”

Rebecca opened her purse, pulled out a stack of cash, and threw it into the air. A

flurry of bills rained down like flower petals.

“This is what I earned tonight.”

Zebulon’s face was a mask of agony. He turned to go back inside.

“Without this money, your father will be off his meds tomorrow. He’ll die!”

“I don’t want your money! Not anymore!”

“Fine! Zebulon!”

Zebulon gritted his teeth and strode into the house. Just then, Mrs. Sullivan ran out,

pushed her son inside, and then bent down to pick up the money.

“Fight if you must, but don’t screw with the money.”

She muttered as she picked up the bills.

“Rebecca, how thoughtful of you, remembering that Yolanda’s

grandpa needs to get his medicine

about

tomorrow I was just worrying the money, and here you are. Good” girl, keep a record of it, and

Zebulon will pay you back later.”