CHAPTER 80 INCORRIGIBLE

"None of your business. Just send me the money right now. I need it urgently!” Jason pressed impatiently.

Yvonne squinted her eyes with suspicion. "I won't give you a single cent if you don’t make it clear.”

She was not giving him a single cent when he made it clear too. She had no money left.

"Why are you so troublesome? Didn't I say that it’s for urgent use? Why are you asking so much!” Jason bellowed once he heard that Yvonne was refusing to budge and not agreeing to send him money.

Yvonne tightened her grip on the phone and was enraged as well. "Am I asking too much? I should at least know what you’re using it for when you're asking money from me! You won't even tell me what you’re spending it on, so why should I give you the money?"

"Because you’re my sister. It's completely justified for you to give me money. Remember that I'm the only son in our family. You’ll need my support in the future," Jason sneered smugly.

Yvonne could not help rolling her eyes. "As if you're supporting me in any way now."

"I..." Jason was rendered speechless by her jab.

Embarrassed and raging, he stubbornly argued," That's because I'm not capable yet now. When I get rich, my brother-in-law will look at me differently and

he won't dare treat you so coldly."

Yvonne chuckled without moving a muscle. "Get rich? Tell me then, have you gotten the business you treated your clients to a meal to the last time?"

Jason replied without a hitch, "No. The clients’ product quality isn't up to standard."

"Oh really..." Yvonne pressed her lips together. "Jason Frey, you know well if it's the product quality that’s not up to standard or if you're actually lying. Do you think I'm so gullible?"

She was truly disappointed in her parents and her younger brother, but she had never really thought of giving up on them. They were her family after all. If it was possible, she hoped that they would be able to change for the better. Now, it seemed like she was too naive to wish for that.

She was not stupid. She knew that her brother was lying to her.

"Yvonne Frey, are you saying that I'm lying to you?" Jason jumped on the other end of the line when he heard what she said.

Yvonne rubbed between her eyes tiredly. "Jason, what's the point of denying it? I know well who you are. I know whether you actually treated the clients to a meal or not. I'm just not exposing you."

There were a few seconds of silence from Jason before he spoke coldly, "I admit that I lied to you. I wasn't starting a business. So what? The money's mine when you give it to me. How I spend it has nothing to do with you. Just tell me if you’re sending me money or not!"

"I have no money, and I can’t give you any either. If you’re really spending it on something serious, I'll gather some for you no matter what, but you..."

’’Enough!" Jason shouted and cut Yvonne off. "Why are you saying so much? All in all, you just don't want to give me any money."

"I’m not..." Yvonne sighed in fatigue. She was really out of cash.

"No money? Who are you kidding? I'll remember this, Yvonne. You refuse to give me money now, and don't think about me giving you support in the future. It's n o wonder Henry doesn't even like a

selfish woman who won’t even care for her brother like you!" Jason hung up curtly.

Pent up with anger, Yvonne's eyes rimmed red.

Was that what a brother should say to his sister? That was like stabbing a knife to her heart. If she was indeed selfish, would she be penniless now? 2

In addition, it was not due to this that Henry did not like her. He had someone else in his heart...

All the negativity hit Yvonne at once that she felt breathless. Tossing her phone away, she curled up on the couch with her arms wrapping her legs and her head sandwiched between her knees and she began to sob softly.

Who knew how long it had been when footsteps were heard outside the door before it was opened and a tall figure walked in.

"What's up with you?" Henry could not help asking when he saw the miserable woman on the couch.

When Yvonne heard his voice, she looked up slowly." You’re back."

She cracked a forced smile at him.

Henry nodded and studied her face. "You cried?"

“No..." Yvonne frantically wiped her eyes, to which Henry scoffed, "Why are you wiping your eyes if you didn't cry?"

Freezing, Yvonne grimaced awkwardly.

"Speak. What's up with you?" Henry asked again as he pulled a chair and sat in front of her after taking off the jacket on him and tossing it on the bed.

Yvonne took a deep breath. "It's nothing, just my family affairs."

"What affairs?"

Yvonne chuckled wryly with a shake of head. "It's my younger brother. He's asking me for money again. I have none to give him and got scolded.”

"By your younger brother?" Henry arched his brow and looked at her weirdly. "That’s some achievement!" "I..." Yvonne hung her head speechlessly.

Henry reeled in his gaze. "Is he always like that to you?"

"More or less," Yvonne sighed.

When they were small children, Jason was actually quite nice to her. When their parents scolded and hit her, he would protect her. For some reason, he mirrored their parents suddenly, starting to act aloof and spiteful toward her, despising and scorning her very existence. She did not even know the reason up till now.

"And you've never thought about fighting back?” Henry crossed his arms.

Yvonne was stunned. "Fight back?"

"Mm. I've roughly gone through your information three years ago and know about your family situation. You're never received kindly by your parents since you were young but they've been taking and taking from you. You can actually fight back in this situation," Henry said blandly.

"I've never thought about fighting back. They’re my parents, how could I..."

"Foolish!" Henry snorted, "Your parents are unkind. You shouldn't even care so much. Just give them a certain amount of allowance every month and be done."

"It's not so simple." Yvonne's gaze sank. "I don’t have the ability or capability to fight them. If I really do that, I don't even dare to imagine what I'll face. Besides, they’re my parents after all."

She still remembered that her parents quite liked her and had been nice to her before Jason was born. Everything changed after that, but they had still raised her. Just for that fact, she could not leave them unattended.

Seeing that Yvonne was rejecting his suggestion, Henry narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure you're not standing up against them? You're not afraid of them causing trouble to you one day?"

"I believe that they won’t. Even if they don't like me, they won't possibly put their daughter in harm's way." Yvonne smiled confidently without taking Henry’s warning to heart.

Henry pressed his lips together. "As you wish. Hopefully you won’t regret it."

The Freys did not look like kind souls to him. There was no sense of familial love toward their daughter Yvonne. Only that foolish woman could not see it. Nonetheless, Henry had warned her. What was he worried about when that foolish woman did not even care? Content is © by .

Although this was what Henry thought, he was visibly aware of his frustration that stemmed from Yvonne not heeding his advice, thus the sullen face.

Noticing the tense atmosphere around the man, Yvonne was a little timid knowing that he was angry."

Henry, can you help me with something?"

She peered at him carefully.

Henry glanced at her stonily. "What?"