Chapter 233 The Man Doesn't Come Home, Earns Money for Me to Spend
Amara and William have completely different views on life.
Amara is a typical good person who would rather be poor herself than not help those in misery. William is not like that - he's clear-headed, rational, principled, has boundaries, and never lets anyone from the outside world create problems for him.
When two rational people's thoughts clash, they often need a third party to judge. When Amara looked at Thalia, before she could even ask, she saw Thalia slowly nod: "William is right."
"If a beam of light suddenly shines into a dark world, then that beam of light is guilty. The suffering of all things wasn't caused by us, so we don't need to sacrifice our own efforts for it. It's fine to do this occasionally, but we can't let charity and pity take over our lives."
After Thalia said this, Amara suddenly remembered what Angelina had said - that a big reason William and Thalia could be together was because they were people from the same world: clear-headed, detached, with absolute judgment about things, never trusting the outside world, only trusting themselves.
It's hard for people like this to meet their own kind, but when they do, they appreciate each other.
Wasn't what Thalia said today confirming exactly that?
William, who had been about to go upstairs, suddenly leaned casually against the stairway, looking at Thalia as if admiring a precious treasure, his loving gaze full of tenderness.
"Mrs. Brown has a high level of awareness."
Thalia cut a piece of steak and put it in her mouth, responding to William's words unhurriedly: "Mr. Brown taught me well."
"If you don't go shower soon, I'm going to have to ask which woman's perfume that is on you."
"You don't even care that William has a woman's perfume on him?" Amara said as if she'd discovered something new.
You can tolerate that?
Is there no love between them anymore?
Doesn't Thalia have any suspicions?
Thalia leisurely finished her last piece of steak, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at Amara: "Did William come home?"
"He did."
She glanced at the gold bars on the table: "Did he give me money?"
Amara nodded: "He did."
Thalia broke into a charming smile: "My life goal is: the man doesn't come home, but gives me money to spend."
"Where's the love?" Amara didn't understand.
Probably because Harper's marriage was unhappy, and after Harper left her first marriage planning to be alone forever but then met Vaughn, it made Amara hopeful about love again. Hearing Thalia say this, Amara couldn't quite understand.
"Love - no one cares about it."
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"What happened to your face?" Elizabeth had just settled Raina and come downstairs to get some water before bed when she saw Chase come back with a swollen face.
"Got into a fight with Thalia."
"You went to see Grace today and ran into Thalia? Hasn't she been filming at the studio lately?" In Emerald City's wealthy circles, plenty of people cared about Thalia's whereabouts.
Whether she was in Emerald City or not, everyone practically wanted live updates every day.
Was Chase unlucky or lucky? He always managed to run into Thalia at important moments, and then get beaten up by her.
"You'll have to ask her about that." Chase didn't want to bring up Thalia - just thinking about her made him angry.
Elizabeth, snapped at by Chase, wasn't bothered. She went to the kitchen to get water without caring.
The kitchen was separated from the dining room by a glass wall. Chase, sitting in the living room, could hear Elizabeth pouring water.
"Pour me a glass."
Elizabeth heard what Chase said but didn't react.
"Elizabeth, did you hear me?"
"There's a package for you on the table, remember to look at it."
Chase grabbed the tightly wrapped package from the table, confused. He took out the knife specifically for opening packages from the drawer below and sliced it open. When he saw what was inside, his face instantly turned pale: "Who sent this?"
"Don't know," Elizabeth's expression was indifferent.
Chase's mistresses outside were worse than when Hayden was alive. Chase and Hayden were cut from the same cloth - leaving their mark everywhere, having kids everywhere. She didn't even need to look at the package to know what was inside.
Nothing more than ultrasound results, pregnancy tests, telling Chase: you're a dad again.
How thrilling.
"Get some rest early," Elizabeth finished her water and went upstairs, not even bothering to give Chase a glance.
"Elizabeth, do you know something?"
"You should ask it this way - what is there that I don't know? Today when I took your son out for class, people were blocking us."
"Chase, you being trash is one thing, but don't make my son turn out like you."
"You... stop right there."
Elizabeth stopped and stood at the stairway looking at Chase, her tone cold: "You want to fight with me?"
"Thalia already dealt with you. If you start a war with me now, do you want to end up in the hospital?"
"Chase, you've spent your whole life playing with women and being controlled by women - you deserve it all. I hope the daughters your mistresses give birth to grow up and meet men just like you."
"Elizabeth, you're really pushing it, aren't you?"
Chase was provoked by Elizabeth. He stood up from the sofa, glaring at her with fury radiating from his whole body.
Elizabeth wasn't backing down either. She reached out and threw her glass right at his feet.
In the dead of night, any sound could be infinitely amplified: "Being loud doesn't make you right, Chase. You want to make this ugly? I'll oblige."
Faced with Elizabeth's anger, Chase instantly backed down and reined in his temper.
"Do you want to fight or not? If not, I'm going to bed."
Chase: .........
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The next day, when Amara arrived at the office, she saw Nora again.
Was Nora really this free? Didn't she have to work? What did Nora mean by coming here every day to wait for her?
Did big stars all get such good treatment?
"You..." Amara was about to say something when Nora pushed the registration slip in her hand toward her.
Amara was speechless. Fine! Today she was indeed on duty.
"What's wrong?"
"Headache."
Amara looked at Nora intently: "Your face is swollen from being hit - of course your head hurts. Tell me! Do you want medicine or do you want a CT scan?"
"Nora, let me be clear with you - too many CT scans aren't good for your brain either. I suggest you just go out and buy some anti-inflammatory medicine and call it a day."
After several attempts without getting the result she wanted, Nora wasn't planning to keep going in circles with Amara: "I believe Dr. Anderson should know why I'm here?"
"I don't know. Why don't you tell us so we can all know?" Amara shook her head, playing dumb. If she admitted she knew at this point, wouldn't she be actively letting Nora use her?
Nora was stumped.
She hadn't expected Amara to see through her intentions.
"If you really can't bring yourself to say it, forget it. If you have nothing else, please leave. You sitting here is wasting time, but the patients waiting behind you are wasting their lives."