Chapter 47
Ate dinner, Arabella retreated to her room, leaving Delilah and Shawn alone in the living room. Delilah lingered at the
bh, not in any rush to clear the plates and silverware. Instead, she recounted her kitchen conversation with
thesa kwahy to Shawn.
tok Awa’s under the impression that we’re up to our eyeballs in debt,” Delilah sald, propping her elbows on the tabs and furrowing her brow in thought. Though their daughter hadn’t pressed the issue further, Delilah’s intuition told ber that Mira bait certainly gotten the wrong end of the stick.
Shawn glanced at her. “Surely it’s not that bad. She just happened to run into the accountant downstairs.”
Delilah shook her head. “No, the first thing out of her mouth was whether we had visitors today.”
“You might be reading too much into it. She was probably just making conversation. Besides, Mira Isn’t the type to get worked up over such things” Shawn said nonchalantly.
“I hope you’re right,” Delilah sighed, then her eyes lit up as an idea struck her. “What If we gave her another credit card? That way, she wouldn’t think we’re drowning in debt, right?”
At this sugestion, Shawn actually found the idea quite reasonable, but added, “The last black card I gave her, she hasn’t touched it once.”
Delilah raised an eyebrow. “Simple. I’ll just withdraw some cash and hand it to her.”
“That won’t work. When I drove her to school on the first day of school, I planned to stop by the ATM for her, but she
Shawn immediately dismissed the idea with
said kids these days all use mobile payments. Cash is too
a shake of his head.
“Uh… how about a transfer? Oh, right, how could I forget about Messenger!” Delilah slapped her forehead, stood up, and fetched her phone from the living room.
They had added each other’s contact on Messenger ages ago, and Delilah quickly located her daughter. While opening the payment panel she asked, “Shawn, how much do you think I should transfer to Mira? Half a million? Or a full million?” Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.
Shawn’s mouth twitched at the corners, “Let’s keep it low–key. You’ll give her a shock like that.”
After all their family had always upheld the principle of modesty and not flaunting wealth. Even their foster daughter was unaware of their real financial status, believing they were just an average family. Of course, anyone paying close attention would realize that everything in their home was far from average.
Delilah rolled her eyes at her husband’s comment. “And were you this concerned about being low–key when you handed her the black card the other day?”
Shawn cleared his throat, pretending not to hear his wife’s pointed question.
Delilah pondered for a moment and then suggested, “How about I just transfer ter thousand? That’s modest enough, right?”
Shawn agreed. “That’s fine.”
Delilah quickly typed in the transfer amount of ten thousand and hit confirm, only to be greeted by a bank limit notification.
“Oh, come on, my card can’t even transfer that much at once?” Delilah’s face darkened with frustration. What kind of ridiculous restriction was this. thwarting her efforts to clear up her daughter’s misunderstanding?
Shawn’s eyebrow quirked. “Why not transfer a thousand each day? That way, she’ll get a little spending money daily. Wouldn’t that make her even happier?”
“True, that’s a great idea. And it’s also a chance to strengthen the bond between her and me,” Delilah nodded. confirming the transfer.
Upon hearing his wife’s remark about ‘strengthening the bond” with their daughter, Shawn paused for a few seconds