BossNovelChapter 1303:
Leif was tending to the balcony plants, wanting them to thrive, while Tori lounged in front of the television,
captivated by an ad for senior wellness supplements.
Tori switched off the screen and turned to her daughter. “Ellie, darling, where have you been up to lately? It's
been ages since you last visited.”
She sifted through Ellie’s gifts, her fingers pausing on a luxurious woolen coat in a rich, deep purple, perfectly
suited to her age. Yet, she shook her head. “Didn't | tell you? No more clothes for me. This is far too loose. It
doesn’t suitone bit.”
Ellie felt a pang of resignation. She prided herself on her keen sense of style and had chosen the pieces with her
parents’ preferences in mind. Why was her mother always so hard to please? “Alright, I'll return it later,” Ellie
sighed.
Tori slipped on the pants. “These are decent,” she said.
Then, she tried the shoes. “The shoes are also lovely, but that coat? Not quite right.”
Leif, finished with his gardening, ambled over to inspect the haul. “What a splendid coat!” he exclaimed. “Why
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtare you fussing, Tori? Just wear it. Ellie must've spent a fortune on it. It’s far finer than anything you would pick
out. Stop your grumbling!”
Leif, delighted with his sleek new black jacket, admired how it kept him warm while shaving years off his
appearance. “Ellie, don’t mind your mother. These are fantastic choices. After all, you're a top fashion designer!”
Tori huffed, waving a hand dismissively. “I would rather you just slippedscash next time.”
Ellie reached into her bag and pulled out a brown paper envelope, which she gently handed to Tori. “A little
pocket money for you,” she said.
Leif extended his hand toward the envelope, but Tori swiftly swatted it away. “I manage the finances in this
household,” she declared firmly. “Why are you reaching for it?”
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Leif's expression soured. “Can | have a bit of spending money? I've handed over my entire pension to you.”
Tori shot her husband a sharp look. “What do you need money for? You don’t handle the grocery shopping. Are
you planning to splurge on someone else?”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Leif snapped, abandoning his plea for pocket money and turning his attention to the crabs
Ellie had brought.
Soon after, Hank and his new bride, Mattie Moore, arrived, their affection for each other still radiant from their
recent wedding. They set their belongings on the table.
Hank's eyes immediately locked onto the thick envelope in Tori’s hand, which appeared to hold a substantial sum
of cash, perhaps as much as fifty thousand dollars.
“Mom, what is this money for?” he asked, stretching out his hand to take it.
Mattie, too, gazed at the envelope, wanting to have the money.
Tori swiftly swatted Hank’s hand away. “Don’t even dream of taking it. This is from your sister. Your father and |
are getting on in years and can’t earn like we used to. This house doesn’t run itself. Utilities and upkeep aren't
free. Have you ever chipped in a single dime?”
Hank's face fell, his tone tinged with frustration. “I only just landed a job, didn’t I? I'm making six thousand a
month, and Mattie brings in five. We're barely scraping by. Our own home's bills and maintenance eat up over
twenty thousand a year. We're stretched thin.”
His eyes lingered on the envelope, his longing palpable.
Tori, sensing his intent, promptly whisked the envelope away to her bedroom for safekeeping.
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