Ryan felt a quiet warmth bloom in his chest when he saw how upset she was over his family's affairs. His voice softened unconsciously. "It's alright. Don't worry. They won't come that easily."
Even if they did, he wasn't the kind of man with soft ears.
Their life was comfortable now, but every bit of it had been earned by his wife. He would never use Mary's money to placate people who treated him like a walking purse. Besides, he knew his mother too well. No matter how much money he sent, it would never be enough. There was no such thing as "sufficient" in her eyes.
Mary nodded slightly. He was right. Worrying now was pointless.
Just then, Aurelius's lazy voice cut in. "Back to the mindscape. Didn't you promise to cook something good for me this morning?"
He had worked the entire day and hadn't eaten a proper meal. His grievance was practically written all over his face.
