Chapter 293: Chapter 303: A Suffocating Scene

Wyatt Winslow didn’t know how to express himself, and money was the most direct way. Holly Winslow used to think money was cold and emotionless, but now she realized it wasn’t the money that was cold—it was her own heart toward her father back then.

She smiled. "Dad, I have money. I just got paid not too long ago."

The moment she sent the message, five thousand yuan appeared in her bank account.

Wyatt Winslow: Buy yourselves some new clothes.

It was such a small thing, but Holly’s nose tingled. The misunderstanding with the parent earlier today must have upset her more than she’d let on.

She said coaxingly, "Dad, I miss you."

Wyatt Winslow: Mm.

...

After lazing around for the afternoon, Holly took out her teaching materials again after dinner and focused on preparing for the next day’s lesson. She made her explanations incredibly detailed to make them easier for her students to understand.

Ahem, at the very least, she couldn’t have a situation where a student bends down to pick up a pen and is completely lost when they sit back up.

Mortimer Quincy didn’t disturb her. He took out his laptop and sat beside her, quietly typing away as he did his data analysis.

A few minutes later, he felt his phone vibrate. He picked it up: Is Holly okay?

’Besides Wyatt Winslow, basically no one else would ask something like that.’

Mortimer looked at Teacher Winslow beside him, who was once again engrossed in the "art of teaching," and replied: Dad, Holly is doing great. She’s preparing for her class right now.

Wyatt Winslow replied with an "Mm," and that was the end of it.

So clean and concise, it was as if he’d never asked at all.

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

There were a few more messages on his phone. He scrolled for a couple of minutes, then suddenly noticed an extra two thousand yuan in his bank account. He didn’t even have to ask to know who it was from.

’My dear wife.’

Why was he never short on pocket money? Because his wife always topped it up for him.

It wasn’t just money, but other things too. After they got married, she bought almost all the clothes he wore.

He took a screenshot, pixelated the amount, and posted it on his social media: My wife gave me some pocket money.

Pantheon: HAHAHAHA, that’s hilarious! Mortimer, you got some today too? Good job, @Holly Winslow.

Chase Hawkins: HAHAHAHA, Mortimer, you need me to lend you some cash? I don’t have thousands, but I can spot you a few hundred.

Zeke Zane: We’re brothers, man. I’ll sponsor you two hundred.

Boris Owens: Am I the only one who thinks Mortimer is just flexing on us?

Didn’t you guys notice the key word is "wife"?

The group, realizing none of them had a wife: "..."

Pantheon, feeling salty: Mortimer, watch out for the seven-year itch.

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow. ’The seven-year itch? What the hell is that supposed to be?’

’Not even worth mentioning.’

He replied: Watch out for graduation breakup season.

Pantheon: ...

Zeke Zane: ...

Chase Hawkins, the single dog: HAHAHAHAHAHA, Mortimer just got a Double Kill!

Boris Owens: Forrest, Zeke, you guys better watch out, HAHAHAHA. Graduation season is right around the corner.

The ranks of the single dogs are about to grow by two.

Pantheon: Pfft, you can go chill in the single dog kennel by yourself.

Zeke Zane: Crawl away.

Just then, in their high school dorm group chat, Mortimer Quincy sent a picture—the pocket money, unpixelated: You want me to lend you some?

The implication was clear: his pocket money was more than their living expenses.

Seeing the 2,000 yuan in pocket money, Chase Hawkins’s eyes went wide: Fuck! That pocket money is more than my living allowance! It’s almost enough for two months for me.

Boris Owens: That’s already two months of living expenses for me.

Pantheon: Mortimer, would it kill you to not rub salt in the wound?

Mortimer Quincy: Sorry, it’s a habit.

Everyone: ...

Fuck!

You could just imagine Mortimer’s "don’t-mess-with-me" face through the screen.

Pantheon said, his teeth itching in frustration: Anyone want to team up with me to take him down?

Chase Hawkins: I’d like to live a little longer, so I’ll pass on this suicide mission.

...

Wyatt Winslow arrived the next morning. He was waiting at the entrance of the center. Holly only found out her dad was there from Sandra Marshall after her class ended, and she was stunned for a moment.

When she went out, she saw Wyatt wearing a thin, black down jacket. His usually stern face looked even more serious, but the moment he saw her, his expression visibly softened.

Holly sniffled, suppressing a sudden wave of emotion, and called out happily, "Dad."

Wyatt Winslow looked up at her. "Mm. I’m here for a meeting. Just stopped by since I was in the area."

"Dad, you totally just came to see me."

Holly linked her arm through his and added, "Dad, stay for a few days this time before you go back. I haven’t seen you in so long."

"Mm." Wyatt Winslow didn’t refuse. He never refused her anything.

Knowing Holly had another class, he stayed for a little while before saying he had something to do and would be back in the evening.

That afternoon, with nothing else to do, Wyatt Winslow went browsing for clothes at the mall. He bought some for Holly, and then some for Mortimer Quincy.

Robin Roland happened to be there buying clothes for Yara Nolan.

The two of them were a bit surprised to see each other. Robin Roland took the initiative to greet him, "Holly’s father."

"Mm."

Wyatt Winslow glanced at the clothes in her hands. The store sold a niche brand, with single items costing over a thousand yuan. Then he looked at the clothes she was wearing, which were a style from several years ago.

He quickly averted his gaze and paid for his items.

Robin Roland paid as well.

At the entrance, Wyatt Winslow pursed his lips. "It’s on the way. Let’s go together."

Robin Roland felt bad about troubling him. "Oh, no, it’s okay. I can take the 229 bus. It’s only a short ride."

Wyatt Winslow wasn’t a man of many words. He didn’t start driving; he was clearly waiting for Robin Roland to get in.

Robin Roland had no choice but to get into the back seat. "Thank you, Holly’s father."

When they arrived downstairs from Robin Roland’s apartment building, she said before getting out, "Wait for me for a few minutes."

She then hurried upstairs and came rushing back down a moment later. She handed Wyatt Winslow a black plastic bag filled with vegetables, panting slightly. "My mom brought me a lot of vegetables from her garden. Take these home and eat them."

The plastic bag she had grabbed was probably damp from the kitchen counter, and a drop of water suddenly dripped onto the car seat.

She quickly pulled it back, saying frantically, "I’m so sorry."

Wyatt Winslow shook his head and said in a low voice, "It’s fine. Give it to me."

There wasn’t a trace of displeasure on the man’s face. Robin Roland was momentarily stunned, then quickly handed the bag back to him. "I’m really sorry."

"It’s fine. You should go on up." Wyatt Winslow watched her go upstairs before driving away.

...

When Holly and Mortimer Quincy got home, Wyatt Winslow had already finished cooking. He was rummaging through a cabinet, looking for something.

Holly took off her shoes and walked over. "Dad, what are you looking for?"

"A soup ladle," Wyatt Winslow said.

"It’s on the far side. I’ll get it." Holly opened the adjacent cabinet and her hand brushed against a box. "..."

Condoms.

Extra-large.

The atmosphere was suffocating.

Her pupils dilated. She stiffly turned her neck to glance at Mortimer Quincy. ’What is this doing here?’

Mortimer Quincy gave an unnatural COUGH. He had put them there a long time ago and forgotten all about them. He walked past his father-in-law and calmly went into the bedroom.

Holly didn’t dare to look her dad in the eye. Wyatt Winslow’s expression was as normal as ever as he reached in, grabbed the ladle, and said, "Time to eat."

After finishing their meal in a bizarrely tense atmosphere, Holly made the bed for her father and then retreated to her own bedroom. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

She looked at the main culprit and hissed through gritted teeth, "Quincy the Puppy!"

Mortimer Quincy wrapped an arm around her waist innocently and pleaded, "Honey, I haven’t committed the crime yet."

Holly pinched him twice to vent her frustration. "The evidence is irrefutable, and you still want to argue!"

"This is all your fault! Dad saw that stuff... AAAAAAH!! I’m too embarrassed to ever face anyone again." She flopped onto the bed and pulled the covers over her head.

Mortimer Quincy, knowing he was in the wrong, tried to console her. "It’s a normal need. Dad understands."

"Understands my foot! Who have you ever seen that keeps those things in the kitchen?"

Holly poked her head out, glared at him, and then threw a pillow at him. "Go sleep in the study by yourself."