Oliver had already decided that he and his family would move into the mansion.
He admitted that Rebecca had been right — they needed a safer place to live.
That very same day, Oliver took his mother and younger sister in his car.
It had been far too long since his mother had ridden in a private car, and for his younger sister, this was her very first time.
The young girl was overjoyed. Sitting in the front seat, she kept adjusting the AC temperature and playing with the car's audio system.
Her expression practically said, So this is what it's like to be rich.
From her perspective, owning a nice private car and being able to travel comfortably already counted as wealth.
And she wasn't entirely wrong — in the city, car taxes were extremely high. Many people who could afford one still chose not to buy, so in reality, more people didn't own a private car than those who did.
Their mother, sitting alone in the back, couldn't stop smiling, her face full of joy.
