Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 309

Chapter 309

After the meal, Crystal asked the old man to contact those people. At first, they didn't want to see each other again. The old man begged again and again and they finally agreed.

The meeting place was set to be at a teahouse.

Anaya looked at the time and said, "The lunch break is almost over. I'll go back first."

She shrugged helplessly. "If I am late, my performance would be affected. I am unlike you."

Crystal nodded, and then Anaya left first.

Antony sat on one side and poured tea into the three cups with a teapot. The tea was the new tea of this year. It was not an expensive variety, but a loose tea made by the tea farmers. It had a unique. flavor. "What happened to the White family?" Antony asked.

Crystal gave a general explanation, and then said, "It seems that Bonnie still hasn't given up on Cyril. She's trying her best to save his life."

"It's normal." Antony said, "These people from the aristocratic families have been spoiled for a long time, and they always feel that they can ignore the law. They will either solve everything with money or power Even human lives are also marked with a price, no different from the livestock in the market."

Confused, Crystal asked, "Aren't you from an aristocratic family too?"

Antony glanced at her. "What kind of look is that? The Evans family has never done such a thing. If I were a b*stard like Cyril, I would have been beaten to death by my father before the police could take action."

Crystal, "!"

Was Daxton that savage? He even treated Antony like this, so he would definitely be even more vicious toward her!

"It's precisely because I was born in such a family that I've seen so many people," Antony said in a light voice. "This circle looks glamorous, but it's actually very dirty."

Crystal blinked her eyes. "Is that so?"

Antony covered her eyes and said, "Don't ask around. Tie yourself a red scarf and be an upright member of the Young Pioneers."

Crystal said, "I'm already one."

"Then you're really something..." Antony had just finished speaking when he saw a few plainly dressed people entering the door. He put down the teacup and said to Crystal, "They're here." The old man quickly stood up and waved his hand. "Here!"

Those people looked at Crystal and Antony and walked over fearfully. Crystal found that most of them were middle-aged, and the oldest should be more than 60 years old. Among them, a middle-aged woman was holding a seven or eight-year-old girl.

"Sit... sit down," the old man said.

They sat down cautiously, and the middle-aged woman asked in a low voice, "Lowell, who... are these two?"

Lowell said, "This girl is my benefactor, and the other one is her brother."

He rubbed his hands together and said, "I know that you're not planning to sue him anymore. because your family is in trouble. It's not that you don't care about your daughter. You're afraid that the White family will take revenge on us..."

As soon as these words were spoken, many people wiped their tears. The middle-aged woman choked with sobs and said, "Lowell, I was the one who gave birth to my daughter! She was only 17 when the accident happened. She is still lying in the hospital unconsciously. What's more, my man. was beaten to death by them just because he tried to seek justice for her. Do you think I don't hate him?! I hate him! But..."

"But I'm a woman, and I'm old. Not only do I have to take care of the eldest daughter in the hospital, but I also have to take care of this younger daughter of mine. Not to mention that the money given by the White family is our life-saving money, if the White family takes revenge on us, how can we live?"