Still Wanna Escape After Stealing My Heart? novel Chapter 1900

"Where are you going to get money when you're still at such a young age?" Malvolio immediately asked.

"Malvolio, I have long fingers." That seemed to be out o f context.

Malvolio looked at his sister's slender and beautiful fingers and he felt heartbroken. "When I have made a lot of money, I will send to learn piano. Do you like that piano very much?" he asked, as he pointed at the piano.

Eira nodded. "Mm-hmm."

She raised her head to look at her brother. "Malvolio, I'll go ask my dad for money."

She originally wanted to say that her fingers are very long, so she can use her long fingers to steal from her father. Although Eira still did not know where people with long fingers could be pickpockets and could steal, she felt what the elegant pianist said would certainly be right. He seemed like a cultured person, s o if he said her long fingers were suitable for pickpocketing, then she certainly could steal money. She wanted to tell her brother very badly that she intended to use her long fingers to steal her father's money, but she was afraid her brother would give her a beating because her brother was still very strict with her. Her brother certainly would not allow her to steal, even if she was stealing from her father's money.

Therefore, when the words were at the tip of her tongue, she changed it and said she was going to ask her father for money.

When Malvolio heard Eira saying that, he immediately smiled bitterly. He thought his sister truly had got some good ways to get money. He stroked his sister's head. "Silly girl, your dad only has the obligation to support you, but not me and mom. If you were to go ask him for money again, he would still say that it's mom and I who urged you to go ask from him. What should you do if he doesn't even give you the one thousand dollars every month anymore in the future? It's fine. Don't go and ask for father for money anymore."

Eira nodded sensibly. "I got it, Malvolio."

After the young Eira watched her brother finish his lunch, she left with the lunchbox. She walked all the way home, and she kept thinking of that sentence that the pianist had told her just now, which was that her fingers were suitable for pickpocketing.

Pickpocketing was equivalent to stealing. The word steal was very harsh to the ear. However, once Eira thought of how her father did not even dare admit that she was his daughter when she was with him, and so she had to watch with her eyes widened at her father being happy with his newly formed family of tree while Eira was treated as a beggar, Eira felt that the word steal was very comforting. At the very least, she did not need to be looked down upon by others. After all, she was going to steal her father's money