Thea said, "It's fine. From what I can tell, her husband passed away recently, so I'm guessing something big is about to happen."
Mr. Sutton: "..."
Ever since his daughter returned, Mr. Sutton felt the world had turned into a fantasy novel.
Zia Sutton had just returned the money to Thea, which meant she was eating dirt for the next month.
Right before her dad could go to meet a client, she quickly went through the motions of crying, making a fuss, and threatening extreme measures. Finally, she managed to discuss buying a car, and then—got her allowance cut for three months.
Even Thea could hear Mr. Sutton's scolding: "It's not that I'm forbidding you from buying a car, but look at how many cars are in your garage. You're only twenty-two, and you already own three sports cars. Now you want to buy another car? Thea's been back home and hasn't asked us for anything; she even earns her own money. Look at your sister, then look at yourself! How did I end up with such a useless son?"
