In Dad Caldwell's eyes, there was a towering, bloodthirsty anger: "Flies won't land on seamless eggs. If he hadn't been so greedy for kickbacks, would things have turned out this way? Now the other party has taken all the money, and the supplier is coming today to settle the bill. What are we going to pay them with?"
He was thankful he didn't have a heart condition; otherwise, he'd definitely be lying in a hospital right now.
"Why don't we mortgage the house to get through this tough time first?" the stepmother suggested.
"Bang!" Dad Caldwell slammed everything off his desk onto the floor with force: "Don't even mention mortgaging the house, even if we mortgaged the department store, it wouldn't be enough money."
The stepmother was so frightened she didn't dare make a sound.
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