“You don’t have a cell phone?!” Charlie was astonished by Wendy’s revtion.


    In today’s world, even the aunts running street stalls have smartphones. Yet here was Wendy, a stylish young woman, without a mobile phone. It was truly remarkable.


    Noticing the shock on Charlie’s face, Wendy felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She stammered, “Brother-inw, Donald Webb’s people took my mobile phone away.”


    As she spoke, her head hung low in shame. Wendy realized how dire her situation was. The entire Wilson family was indeed in ruins; she couldn’t even afford a phone, a clear indication of their poverty.


    Charlie quickly pieced it all together. After Donald Webb had returned to the scene, his animosity towards the Wilson family intensified. He was intent on dismantling the family, and he had the means to do so.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    In truth, if Charlie were to reach out to Donald Webb, he could easily restore the Wilson family to their former standing. Donald could even make further investments to revive the family’s fortunes.


    After all, it would only take a few tens of millions to breathe life back into the Wilson family. While Donald had lost a considerable amount of wealth, he still possessed enough that even a small amount would be sufficient for the Wilsons’ needs.


    However, Charlie had no intention of doing that. The Wilson family had made their own bed, especially the Lady and Christopher, who had actively worked against Charlie and his family. They needed to face consequences. Therefore, Charlie decided to extend a small favor to Wendy, as a reward for her humility in apologizing and recognizing him as her brother-inw.


    Charlie had always been fair-minded. As long as a wrongdoing wasn’t a capital offense, he believed in granting forgiveness, especially when genuine remorse was shown. For instance, while Kian was a disgrace, his actions hadn’t warranted the death penalty. Though Donald Webb and his eldest son Sean could be tyrannical, they too hadn’tmitted unforgivable crimes.


    That said, Donald Webb’s brother-inw, John Marcone, was a different story. He hadmitted numerous wrongs without a shred of conscience; someone like him deserved no mercy, even if he tried to atone for his misdeedster on.


    At that moment, Charlie searched his pockets, pulled out a fifty-dor bill, and handed it to Wendy. “Here, take this for a taxi,” he said.


    Wendy hesitated, unsure if she should ept the fifty dors. Though it seemed like a small amount, it held great significance for her. With her current job earning only two hundred a day, this money could make a real difference. She needed to save for food and basic medicine for Christopher and Harold.


    After the two had been incapacitated, each would require tens of thousands for proper treatment, but without the means to pay, they were left to recover slowly through physical therapy. Combined with their poor nutrition, it was likely they wouldn’t be able to walk for another year.


    Wendy desperately wanted to earn as much as she could; even a few extra dors could buy a couple of pounds of spare ribs for her father and brother or some bones for soup.


    Gratefully, she bowed to Charlie and said, “Thank you, brother-inw. I truly need this money right now, so I won’t refuse.” She epted the fifty with both hands.


    Charlie nodded, “A taxi ride will only cost ten dors.”


    Though Wendy felt a pang of reluctance, she knew she had to follow Charlie’s words and quickly replied, “Alright, brother-inw! Thank you!”


    Charlie then asked, “When do you finish work?”<fn2357> Chapters first released on find~novel</fn2357>


    Wendy softly replied, “Customers usually arrive from ten in the morning until seven at night, so we don’t get off until around 7:30.”


    Charlie nodded in understanding. “Okay, hurry up and go. I’m leaving too.”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>