Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 735 - 734: Are you married? Where is the dowry?
Molly Harguez finally blurted it out, having long wanted to reveal this.
She didn’t expect Nia Mitchell to be so tactless, thinking these expenses were just chump change in her eyes. She had never seen such a stingy sister before.
Hearing these words, Nia Mitchell furrowed her brows.
Only then did she recall there had been such posts on the Forum before.
"So, this was your plan all along?"
No wonder, she thought. They never called her before, no matter what happened, but this time they actually...
HEH.
"Molly Harguez, I’m broke."
She said it again. Maybe she would have been willing to pay before, but not anymore. There is a world of difference between volunteering and being forced.
"Look at her!" Molly Harguez immediately vented her anger on Mr. Mitchell, her face burning with rage. "Look at your daughter! Instead of learning anything useful, she learns to be someone’s lover. Fine, I could tolerate that. But she even has the audacity to shamelessly hoard money, wanting to keep it all for herself and not save her own brother!"
Her sharp, cruel words carried far, drawing the gazes of many onlookers nearby. People started pointing and whispering. What a bizarre family, they murmured. And who would have guessed that plainly dressed young lady was involved in something like that?
"Nia, didn’t you say you got married?" Mr. Mitchell suddenly spoke.
He felt very sorry for not having been able to attend her wedding. But he truly wished for his daughter’s happiness. If she was married, why would she become someone else’s mistress?
"Yes, I’m married," Nia Mitchell admitted. However, she didn’t want to reveal who her husband was—not here, not like this.
"Married?" Molly Harguez couldn’t quite believe it, her eyes suddenly gleaming. "You wretched girl, you got married and didn’t even tell us? Who is he? Why didn’t he come to meet the parents? I’m telling you, our Mitchell family won’t acknowledge him otherwise! You get him over here, quick! Oh, and all those initial meeting gifts, the bride price, and everything—he must make up for all of it!"
Molly Harguez looked as if she could see piles of money waving at her, her face alight with excitement. "If he doesn’t provide all of that, we will not acknowledge this marriage! You know, there was a distant relative from my side of the family, quite handsome and exceptionally rich. I was even planning to marry you off to him."
All of Molly Harguez’s worst traits were now on full display, her face a mask of greed.
"Whether I marry anyone or not has nothing to do with you. In any case, the one lying in there is *your* son. Whether you pay his medical fees or not also has nothing to do with me."
Truth be told, Nia Mitchell’s relationship with this brother was very distant. They had little contact and rarely found much to talk about.
"You’re despicable!" Molly Harguez immediately started to wail, then abruptly plopped down on the ground. "What awful karma is this? I worked so hard to raise you, and now you won’t even spend your money to treat your own brother! How dare you say such things! You’ve truly broken this mother’s heart! Everyone says it’s hard being a stepmother, and now I finally understand. Back in the day, if I had a single bite to eat or a sip to drink, I shared it with you! I gave you everything you needed, paid for your schooling, your food, your clothes! And now, this is how you talk to me?"
Molly Harguez remained seated on the ground, refusing to get up no matter how much Mr. Mitchell tugged at her, her face set in shrewish defiance. "Stop pulling me! I know you only care about your precious daughter! Don’t you want your son anymore?"
