Madam Shaw glanced at them and scoffed nonchalantly, "Don’t you forget, it’s the Shaws that paid her salary."
Jacob’s brows were drawn together. He felt that Madam Shaw was wrong, but he could not give any solid rebuttal in his current condition.
Looking at her brother's confused look, Susan felt a pang of pain in her heart. She turned to Madam Shaw and refuted, "Mom, although I'm working at Lanyard, I don’t just sit there and do nothing. I work very hard and I think I have every right to get a paycheck from Lanyard."
Madam Shaw’s face turned dark and she snapped," Don’t you dare talk back to me like this, Susan Shelby. You work for it? Hah, don’t make me laugh, please. If you really have a backbone, then work somewhere else instead of leeching off Lanyard. Also, I guess you despise everything that is owned by the Shaws too, given that you're a woman with an unfailing rectitude. Very well then, I'll take back my word. You’re not allowed to take a single thing that Julian bought for you out of this house."
Susan clenched her fist tight.
If she was alone, she would certainly fight back and then leave the house with her dignity intact. However, she could not do that as she still had to take care of her brother. Her brother was sick, and she needed the money from the Shaws to save him.
She gritted her teeth.
"What’s wrong? Why are you giving me that face?
Could it be that you can't do it?" Madam Shaw sneered coldly, "If you still want the money from the Shaws, then behave yourself. Do you really think you've become a princess after you married above you? Know your place, Susan Shelby. You’re nothing but a tool that I bought to help Julian avoid misfortune. I don't want to hear you talk back to me like this ever again, you hear me?"
Susan remained silent, but Madam Shaw was not convinced. She shot a cold glare at her and snarled, " Say it. Do you hear me?"
"Y-Yes, Madam Shaw," Susan replied, her voice trembling.
Madam Shaw raised her brows. “Say it out loud. I can't hear you."
Just when Susan shut her eyes and about to do as Madam Shaw instructed, she felt a tug at her wrist. She turned her head around and saw Jacob's eyes, his gaze clean and unblemished.
"I already told you that we don't want a single thing from the Shaws. Susie works at Lanyard, so it's normal for Lanyard to give her a paycheck for her service. To put it differently, the money belongs to Susie and you don't have any right to take it back. As
for the rest of the things, you can have them back as you wish," Jacob said matter-of-factly. 1 "But, Jacob..." Susan was taken aback by her brother’s bluntness. Jacob might need to undergo surgery at any moment. The surgical procedure required a large amount of money, which was something that she could not afford with her current savings.
"Susie, return the things to Madam Shaw. Right now," Jacob instructed, looking at Susan with his clear eyes.
Crossing her arms in front of her chest, a satirical grin hopped onto Madam Shaw's lips.
"But you need money for the surgery, I..." Susan bit her lower lip.
"Susie!" Jacob interrupted forcefully, "If you don't return the things to the Shaw family now, I'll not do the surgery even if you have the money."
Jacob gazed straight into her eyes, and Susan found nothing but only an unassailable resolution behind his gaze. She knew her brother very well, and she was very certain that he would put his actions into words, but she still could not make up her mind.
"Susie!" Jacob raised his voice, snapping her back to reality. Her eyes refocused on Jacob's face and she noticed that his face had turned pale due to his rage.
Startled, she quickly comforted, "Easy, Jacob."
Her brother was weak, and his heart might fail again i f he got too agitated.
"Then listen to me, Susie," Jacob’s face grew paler and sweat started beading on his forehead.
"Okay, okay, you calm down first, Jacob. I’ll go now and take those things out," Susan assented.
She wanted money not for her own sake but for her brother. However, if the money that she got ended up being counterproductive and hurt her brother more, then she would rather not want the money at all.
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