Seeing that Wendy still hadn''te home, Nathan''s mother grew furious. "Nathan, how can you just sit there? Your wife hasn''t been home in days. I bet she''s out fooling around."


    "I''ve been back for days and haven''t seen her once! Does she have no respect for me? And what happened to this month''s household allowance? It''s just gone! I have ns to go shopping with my friends. What am I supposed to do without that ten thousand dors?"


    Nathan rubbed his throbbing temples. "Mom, thepany is about to go bankrupt. Wendy is swamped at the office. She doesn''t have time to look after you. Please, don''t make things worse."


    "But I''m her mother-inw! No matter how busy she is, she should be here taking care of me. What time is it? Why isn''t she home?" she screeched. "A woman''s ce is at home, supporting her husband and raising her children, not running around in public. Managing thepany is your job. She''s only supposed to help out of the goodness of her heart. Look at the mess we''re in now!"


    Nathan knew his own limitations. "Mom, do you really think I can manage apany that big? There''s too much involved. Everyone knows I''m her husband, but no one gives me the time of day. They want a leader with real power. What do I have? Just stop adding to the chaos. I''ll give you fifty thousand dors. You can go shopping with your friends tomorrow."


    Nathan was on edge. He''d been having some... performance issuestely and hadn''t been with a woman in a while. He felt like he was going crazy. His memory was failing, too. He''d been about to get something, but after his mother''s tirade, his mind was aplete nk.


    Hearing the word "bankrupt" finally scared the old woman. For years, Wendy had been the reason the Scotts lived sofortably, allowing her other children to enjoy a wealthy lifestyle as well. If Wendy went broke, what would happen to her? She and her husband received a hundred thousand dors in spending money every month, a sum that made everyone back in their hometown green with envy. For years, the money had arrived on the first of the month like clockwork. And for years, she''d kept ten thousand for herself and sent the other ny thousand to her precious grandson overseas to fund his startup. If that money stopped, how would she live?


    The more she thought, the more terrified she became. "You can''t let thepany go under! If it does, what will happen to my grandson?"


    Nathan sighed. "Mom, Wendy has managed thepany for years and has a lot of connections. Just don''t bother her for a while. Once she gets thepany back on its feet, you can have as much money as you want. She''s already exhausted from this crisis. If you keep nagging her every day, she won''t have the energy to deal with you. Just stay here quietly. You''ll have everything you need."


    He had no time to deal with his mother; his ownpany was in shambles.


    The old woman suddenly quieted down. She understood one simple truth: if Wendy fell, they all fell.


    "Fine, fine, I won''t cause trouble," she conceded. "But how can apany that big not even have a hundred thousand dors to spare?"


    The thought made her increasingly anxious.


    Nathan finally snapped. "Mom, can you please just leave me alone? Mypany is under attack toolits about to go bankrupt! Just stop talking, please!"


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