CHAPTER 120: CHAPTER 121 PUB

Mabel Quinn coldly looked at her elder brother, one year older than herself. The many beautiful memories from their childhood were now slowly shattering.

"Brother, who is really the selfish one?"

Cecil Quinn’s gaze shifted uneasily. He knew very well that it was he and their mother who wanted this house, so they didn’t pay attention to his sister’s future.

But just thinking about the value of that house, considering that he’d need a house when he got married, Cecil Quinn wiped away all the guilt that had just arisen in his heart.

Compared to a house worth four or five million, what did her future really matter?

"Mabel, mom raised you to this age, and now she wants a little return; are you really unwilling to give anything back?" Cecil Quinn said.

"In the future, when I graduate and work, I will try my best to repay, but not in this way." Mabel Quinn said, then picked up her bag that was placed on the low table, "Mom, brother, I think I’d better leave now." Her attitude had already shown that staying longer would not bring anything else but discomfort to her mother and brother.

Watching Mabel Quinn walk out of the house, Evelina panicked and said to her son, "She hasn’t agreed yet, how can you just let her go?"

"Mabel simply won’t agree, no matter how much we say, it’s useless." Cecil Quinn said.

"Then what can we do? Are we really going to give up on that house?" Evelina was utterly unwilling to give up on that house. She had been worried about her son’s marriage house, and now that such a big opportunity fell from the sky, how could she be willing to give it up?

"Of course, we need the house, but we can change our approach. Mom, listen to me, we can do it this way..." Cecil Quinn started to explain his idea.

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Walking out of the house, Mabel Quinn had no idea where to go. At this moment, she suddenly had a feeling much like a line from those TV shows, as if the world was vast, but there was no place for her.

She truly didn’t understand why her mother had to treat her this way. Was the difference between sons and daughters really this big? Could gender bias completely ignore a daughter?

In fact, many times she couldn’t help but think, if she were a boy, would her mother treat her better, smile at her gently, and care about her?

Mabel Quinn walked aimlessly on the road, just feeling her nose constantly tingling. Her mother’s and brother’s words kept echoing in her ears, like heavy punches, leaving her barely able to move her feet.

"Miss, are you alright, do you need help?" A passerby asked as they approached.

As Mabel Quinn opened her mouth, she tasted the salty bitterness—that was her tears. Only then did she realize that, unknowingly, her face was already covered with tears.

"Thank you, I’m fine." She shook her head. Even a passerby would care for a stranger like her, but her mother and brother only cared about that house, never considering what her future would be if she agreed.

Mabel Quinn walked and walked until she found herself in front of a pub. Normally, she wouldn’t enter such a place, but today, she suddenly felt an urge to drink.

It was just a small pub, a place somewhat smoky, with dim lights and a constant noise. However, this kind of environment made her feel a bit more at ease.