Chapter 255: Chapter 265: Holly, Can You Give Me Next Month’s Allowance?

Wyatt Winslow loved playing chess more than anything, but he never had time for it.

In truth, Holly only knew that her father loved chess; she never knew why.

It was because she used to crowd around him, shouting in her sweet, childish voice, "Daddy, Daddy, you’re so amazing!"

"Daddy, you’re the best in the whole neighborhood."

"Daddy, teach me! I want to play too."

Wyatt Winslow didn’t refuse. Holly Winslow grinned, pulled out some money, and placed it in front of Wyatt. "Five yuan a game. Come on, Dad. I’ll cover you. Quincy the Puppy, you’re on your own."

Mortimer Quincy shot her a glance and pulled some change from his pocket, placing it in front of him.

In his past life, Mortimer Quincy had specifically learned to play chess to win his father-in-law’s affection.

But he was truly no match for Wyatt Winslow.

He lost seven or eight games in a row until all his pocket money was gone.

He looked at Holly, cleared his throat with an "AHEM," and said innocently, "Holly, could you maybe give me next month’s allowance in advance?"

The moment he said that, Wyatt Winslow glanced at Holly Winslow.

Holly Winslow: "..."

’That son of a bitch, Mortimer Quincy.’

’He’s doing this on purpose.’

’Him, short on allowance? He has ten thousand yuan stashed away in a wine box!’

Wyatt Winslow looked at Mortimer Quincy and suddenly said, "It’s getting late. Let’s get to bed."

He didn’t ask if Mortimer should be heading home, clearly having accepted him staying there.

He had approved of him as his son-in-law.

...

Mortimer Quincy was finally in his wife’s bed. He beckoned to Holly Winslow. "Wifey, come on over."

He looked like a top courtesan in a brothel beckoning a customer.

Holly Winslow waved a hand, a look of disdain on her face. "Can’t afford you."

"You haven’t even come over yet, so how could you not afford it?" Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow.

Holly Winslow: "..."

"It’s still early. I can get a practice test done. Don’t bother me, or I’ll dock your allowance."

Seeing her pull a test paper out of her bag, Mortimer Quincy was speechless. "..."

’It’s almost ten o’clock, and she’s doing a test?’

While she did her test, he started watching a lecture.

The two didn’t go to sleep until midnight.

...

「The next morning.」

As soon as Mortimer Quincy left the bedroom, he saw Wyatt Winslow on the sofa, wearing glasses and reading the newspaper. "Dad."

"Breakfast is on the table." Wyatt Winslow glanced at him, his voice a bit soft, probably because Holly Winslow was still sleeping.

Mortimer Quincy looked at the buns, fried dough sticks, and congee on the table. The buns were in two separate bags: one for vegetable and one for meat.

He wasn’t particularly fond of meat fillings.

He glanced at his father-in-law out of the corner of his eye. His father-in-law wasn’t a man of many words, but he remembered everything.

The living room was a bit quiet. After Mortimer finished eating, he was about to go into the bedroom to drag Holly Winslow out of bed.

Suddenly, Wyatt Winslow called out to him, then handed him a bank card. "The PIN is Holly’s birthday."

"Dad, you don’t have to. We have enough." Mortimer Quincy shook his head, refusing the offer.

Wyatt Winslow pressed his lips together. "You’re out on your own, you should spend money when you need to. Just take it."

"Dad, he doesn’t need it. He has money."

Holly Winslow emerged with a head of fluffy hair, letting out a couple of yawns.

Mortimer Quincy glanced at her, then added, "Dad, I’m working. The money I make is enough for Holly and me."

Wyatt Winslow didn’t say anything more.

After Wyatt Winslow left for work, Holly Winslow and Mortimer Quincy went to see Mortimer’s grandparents.

As luck would have it, they ran into Felicia Lynch visiting Carl Quincy. She had probably just returned to the country.

There were quite a few people in the living room, but your eyes were immediately drawn to Felicia Lynch in her off-the-shoulder maxi dress, with her lovely face and curvaceous figure.

As a woman herself, even Holly Winslow had to admit she was beautiful.

Felicia Lynch wasn’t just beautiful; she was also a top student.

Word was she had skipped two grades.

Mortimer Quincy’s grandmother saw them and walked over happily. "Holly, what brings you back? And Moira, you silly boy, you didn’t even tell us you were coming. I didn’t get to buy any of the food Holly likes."

"Grandma, it’s okay. I love all the food you make." Holly Winslow linked her arm with hers affectionately.

"Make sure you eat a lot later." Mortimer’s grandmother gently patted her hand, then remembered something. "This is your Aunt May’s daughter, Felicia. Felicia, this is Holly. You can just call her sister-in-law."

Felicia Lynch glanced at Mortimer Quincy, then nodded and said distantly, "Sister-in-law."

"Cousin," Holly Winslow replied politely, then greeted the rest of the Lynch Family.

Felicia Lynch looked at Mortimer Quincy, her tone magnanimous and natural. "Cousin Moira, why didn’t you tell me you were getting married? Were you afraid I couldn’t afford a gift?"

Mortimer Quincy was in his mid-twenties now; he certainly wouldn’t ignore people like he did as a child, especially with elders present. He replied succinctly, "We haven’t had the ceremony yet."

Before Felicia Lynch could speak, he added, "Do you want to be a bridesmaid? I’ll have your sister-in-law save a spot for you."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She wanted to laugh, which felt a little mean, so she raised a hand to her nose to hide it.

’This rascal, Mortimer Quincy... his personality is just to die for.’

Felicia Lynch froze for a moment, then bit her lip.

Carl Quincy chuckled and chimed in, "That’s a great idea! Felicia, you can be a bridesmaid for your sister-in-law. We’ll have your cousin give you a big red envelope then."

"Okay," Mortimer Quincy agreed readily.

After that, Felicia Lynch didn’t say much.

After the meal, the Lynch Family left. Not long after, Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow left as well. As they were leaving, Holly gave the grandparents five thousand yuan.

Carl Quincy wasn’t short on money, but he and his wife were naturally delighted by their grandson and granddaughter-in-law’s filial piety.

Mortimer’s grandmother furtively stuffed the money back into Holly’s bag, adding a few thousand more.

It wasn’t until they were on the road buying water that Holly Winslow discovered the money. She looked at Mortimer Quincy, feeling both helpless and warmed. "Honey, Grandma stuffed the money back."

This wasn’t the first or second time this had happened. Every time they visited the Quincy Family, his grandparents-in-law would find a way to secretly slip them money.

In the past, Holly Winslow would always buy them clothes, but this trip had been too rushed, so she had discussed it with Mortimer and decided to just give them cash instead. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"If she gave it to you, just use it." Mortimer Quincy twisted open a bottle of water and handed it to her.

"Let’s go buy them clothes anyway," Holly Winslow said after a moment of thought.

Mortimer Quincy had no objection.

The two spent several hours at the mall, buying clothes for the elders of both families. When they delivered them to the Quincy residence, Carl Quincy and his wife were thrilled, repeatedly saying how great the clothes looked.

As Holly Winslow was leaving the Quincy home, she suddenly laughed. "Honey, do you think Grandma and Grandpa actually think the clothes look good, or are they just trying to make me feel better? They say they look good every single time."

"Their granddaughter-in-law bought it for them. How could it not look good?" Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow.

Holly Winslow shook her head, smiling. "That’s not it. They clearly like it because their grandson bought it."

’The Quincy Family loves me by extension.’

"Why do I get the feeling my wife is insulting me?"

"Am I? It must be your imagination."

Hearing this, Mortimer Quincy leaned down and gave her a kiss.

They were on a crowded street. Holly Winslow shot him a glare. "Behave yourself when we’re out."

Mortimer Quincy said innocently, "Wifey, it’s just your imagination."

Holly Winslow: "..."

After staying home for two or three days, they returned to school. In her bag, Holly Winslow found another few thousand yuan. She didn’t have to guess to know that Wyatt Winslow had slipped it in there.

She smiled, pressing her lips together.

’Dad.’

Wyatt Winslow drove to the factory for work. After he parked, as he was reaching for his briefcase to get out, he found a note underneath it: "Dad, take care of yourself. Don’t work too hard."

There’s money under the seat cushion.

His movements slowed to a halt.

Wyatt Winslow pulled the cash out from under the cushion. It wasn’t much, just one or two thousand yuan. He stared at it for a few seconds, then took off his glasses.

The rearview mirror reflected a middle-aged man’s face, the corners of his eyes glistening, the corners of his mouth turned up in a faint smile.

’Holly, Dad will take good care of himself.’

’You can rest assured.’