After some struggle, the family managed to move the television into the other party’s car, finally receiving the sixty thousand dors from its sale.


    Harold eximed with excitement, “Now our family can go out for a nice meal! How about seafood hotpot?”


    Christopher quickly chimed in, “Yes! I want to enjoy a few abalones for fun!”


    At that moment, Lady Wilson interjected, “Harold, please transfer the money from the television sale to me first.”


    Hearing this, Harold quickly replied, “Grandma, you can trust me with the money. There’s no need for concern.”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Having endured so many challenges, Lady Wilson was determined to keep all the money for herself. She felt that without it, she would have no sense of security.


    With a sharp tone, she retorted to Harold, “When did it be your ce to make decisions in my house? Have you forgotten who secured our right to live in the vi at Thompson First?”


    Harold’s expression darkened upon hearing her words.


    Christopher understood that it was time for the olddy to reim her role as the head of the household. No one was to oppose her.


    Thus, he shouted at Harold, “You little rascal! When did you start talking back to your grandmother? Transfer the money to her right now!”


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    Once she received the money, Lady Wilson rxed a bit and said, “Alright then, let’s go enjoy that seafood hotpot you all wanted!”


    …


    At the seafood hotpot restaurant, the Wilson family reserved a room and settled in, each one tending to their own small hotpot.


    After enduring so much hardship recently, the five of them were eager to feast. They ordered an abundance of seafood,pletely skipping any vegetable dishes.


    The room was already quite warm, and with six hotpots steaming away, the humidity increased.


    Despite the heat, the Wilson family was cheerful as they savored their meal. Christopher and Harold were particrly drenched in sweat at that moment.


    Hannah also indulged, having gone through a tough time in the coal mine. She hadn’t even tasted a dried shrimp in ages, let alone any seafood.


    As she relished her food, she suddenly felt a wave of warmth enveloping her.


    Subconsciously, she removed her coat, but soon realized her backside was damp from sitting on the chair, making her feel sticky and ufortable.


    Unable to scratch in public, she discreetly rubbed her backside against the chair.


    Unfortunately, the more she rubbed, the itchier and more ufortable it became!


    Initially, she thought it was just the hotpot causing the difort. However, a troubling thought crossed her mind.


    Not long ago, that insufferable supervisor at the coal mine had forced her to apany him every night without any regard for hygiene…


    That time may not have been too long, but it was certainly significant enough; there could be hidden dangers due to theck of cleanliness…


    As these thoughts swirled in her mind, Hannah couldn’t help but wonder.


    Could it be that… she had contracted some disease?!