Charlie inquired, “Dad, are you up to something?”


    Charlie was uncertain about Jacob’s current mood, but he sensed that Jacob was struggling with something. He thought that perhaps Jacob was trying to assist the Lady in some way.


    With a heavy sigh, Jacob replied, “Witnessing my own mother endure such a life and engage in that kind of work breaks my heart. As her son, I can’t just stand by and do nothing.”


    Suddenly, Jacob shifted his tone, covering his eyes as he dered, “But wait, I didn’t see anything! It was all just an illusion!”


    After that, he quickly turned to Charlie and said, “Good son-inw, let’s go pick up some fish, shrimp, meat, and eggs first. For the vegetables, we can find them at another supermarket. What do you think?”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Charlie immediately understood his implication, smiled, and replied, “Absolutely, Dad! I agree with you; the produce here isn’t very fresh. Let’s check for somerger Boston lobsters first. If we find them, let’s get a few for home!”


    Jacob beamed, pointing at Charlie and eximed, “You really get me! Come on, let’s go grab some lobster!”


    Deep down, Jacob did feel sympathy for his mother’s situation.


    However, he wasn’t naive.


    He hade to understand the Lady’s true nature over the years.


    When she dared to confront her own family, it was hardly an act of kindness, nor did it reflect any sense of loyalty or blood ties.


    This was his first real opportunity to take action.


    Later, when the Wilson family fell on hard times, she resorted to many distasteful measures just to maintain her lifestyle in Thompson First Vi.


    As thepany worked on developing new products and services, Jacob hoped that reality would impart a valuable lesson to Old Lady Wilson.


    He had no intention of offering any assistance to Lady Wilson until she showed genuine remorse.


    This wasn’t merely about time; it was about understanding one another.


    The cashier area was bustling, with long lines snaking in front of every register.


    Charlie and Jacob waited patiently for over twenty minutes before they finally reached a cashier.


    As they approached the checkout, Jacob hurried to the shopping cart and said to Charlie, “Good son-inw, grab something from the back for the cashier to scan while I handle the bags up front.”


    Charlie nodded in agreement. Jacob stepped into the checkoutne first. Before Charlie could fetch the items, he turned to the cashier and said, “Could I please get four stic bags, thergest ones?”


    The cashier nodded and replied, “Therge bags are fifty cents each.”


    He then reached into the drawer beside him, pulled out four sizable stic bags, and handed them to Jacob.


    As Jacob took the bags, he nced up and eximed, “Oh my, sister-inw?! What are you doing here?”


    “Huh?! Is that really you?!”


    Standing at the cash register was Hannah, wearing a supermarket employee vest, equally shocked to see Jacob.


    She never expected to run into Jacob while working as a temporary cashier!


    Her gaze shifted to the young man rummaging through the shopping cart. Wasn’t that Charlie, the wasteful son-inw of the Wilson family?<fnef23> Original content can be found at F?nd-Novel</fnef23>


    As Hannah noticed Charlie pulling out a thick stic bag filled with several exquisite lobsters, her heart sank. “I’ve been starving all day, working here since morning without even a glimpse of lunch from management, while they get to buy such a huge bag of lobsters! How is it that the disparity in living standards between our families, both residing in Thompson First, is so vast?”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>