Chapter 313 Rich Hot And Infertile Husband (Or Maybe Not)

• Seeing this, Angel put down her bag and said in a low voice, “Dad, mom was just trying to be considerate of you. You’ve worked hard for so many years, she wanted to buy you something good.” “Is this being considerate of me? Spending my money to be considerate of me?” Shawn was instantly angry at this, “I’m curious, do you have that many things to buy when you go shopping? The clothes, bags, and shoes in your closets are piled up like a mountain, and you’re still buying Helen couldn’t take it anymore, “You think I buy all this because I’m vain? I’m doing it for you! If I don’t dress well and use good bags, how am I going to fit into those rich wives‘ circle? Only when I get to know them well will I have a chance to bring in business for you!” Shawn was completely ungrateful, “We’re both remarried, everyone in the circle knows that.
• Those rich wives all have high standards, even if you were covered in gold, they wouldn’t look up to you! Instead of spending that time, you should focus more on Jacques, that’s better than anything After a pause, “Where’s Jacques?” Helen, who was already furious, suddenly realized her son was missing and immediately became anxious “He was just in the living room.” Shawn frowned, “Find him quickly.” The family searched for a while and finally found Jacques in the attic. He was sitting on the floor, drawing something on paper. Helen breathed a sigh of relief and approached him, “You little rascall, we’ve been calling you for ages, and you didn’t respond.
• Before she could finish, she caught a glimpse of the drawing and her face turned pale. “Shawn, come over here…” Shawn just came up, seeing her nervous look, he frowned, “What’s wrong?” “Come over and see“” Shawn frowned and walked over. As soon as he saw what Helen wanted him to see, his face turned very pale. His finger trembled, the drawing depicted an overtumed car, and not far from the car, a woman lay in a pool of blood, her eyes fixed on him. Jacques had a talent for drawing, and although his technique wasn’t mature, he captured the characteristics of the people very clearly. The woman on the ground was wearing a dark green dress, her hair was in large curls, and there was a mole under her left eyebrow, very clear. These features belonged to Caitlyn. Shawn’s throat was dry.