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Chapter 180

    Chapter 180


    Arabe knew that mixing those two medications wouldn’t cause instant diarrhea, but about half an


    hourter, it would definitely trigger severe diarrhea. Those two medications were so potent that even


    anti–diarrhea pills couldn’t stop them.


    Martha sure was in for a rough night.


    Arabe nced up at Serena, who quickly looked down and, in her flustered state, knocked over the


    mushroom soup.


    “Are you alright there, Serena?” Louisa asked.


    A servant came over to help Serena clean up the mess.


    Serena, distracted, said, “I’m fine.”


    “Arabe, you’re such a caring soul, looking out for the household help,” Keh said, full of praise.


    “But you’ve got to remember to eat too.”


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    “Sure thing” Arabe served herself another bowl and ate slowly, while Serena seemed restless and


    soon made an excuse to leave. Meanwhile.


    Zachary had just gotten home to find his parents waiting on the living room couch, frowning.


    Zachary’s father was about to lose his cool, but upon seeing his son bruised and dirty, he was taken


    aback. “What happened to you? Who did this to you?” Their usually neat and tidy son was a mess. His


    white shirt was dirty and stained with alcohol and blood, and his arms were covered in wounds.


    “I’m fine.” All Zachary wanted to do was going upstairs, taking a shower, and washing away the whole


    disastrous night.


    “Hold it right there!” Zachary’s mother scolded. She looked at his injuries and angrily demanded, “Did


    you go out with Ynda tonight? What did you buy her? Why did you spend so much money? And look


    at the state you’re in!”


    The earlier refill of hundreds of thousands of dors was from Zachary’s personal savings, but for the


    extra money the club demanded, he had to take it from his parents‘ emergency funds.


    So, not long after Zachary swiped his card, his parents received a text message notification.


    “You’re not even married, and you’re already spending so much on her, even getting yourself into a


    state like this! Look at you now; you’re no aristocrat. People who don’t know better might even mistake


    you for a thug!”


    Zachary’s mother was furious: “If you were interested in Arabe, I could understand. She has a certain


    cold and aloof charm. But Ynda? What do you see


    her? Do you like her affectations or her stinginess?”


    “Mom, I’m exhausted.” Zachary didn’t want to say anything else. He headed upstairs.


    Zachary’s mother was livid. “Look at him.”


    “Alright, alright. Thed’s all banged up; let’s leave him alone. Someone get him some medicine,” said


    Zachary’s father. As he saw his wife dialing a number, he quickly asked, “What are you doing?”


    “I want to know what happened tonight!”


    After calling Olga and learning about the night’s events, Zachary’s mother scolded, Just as I thought,


    both your daughters are no good! Zachary’s injuries–I can chalk it up to bad luck! But what about the


    forty thousand tonight?”


    “Over forty thousand? I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Olga was confused by her words:


    “Zachary just apanied Yoli to a ssmate gathering.”


    “A ssmate gathering cost over forty thousand? My son isn’t even married to your daughter, and


    you’re already treating him like an ATM? And withdrawing this much? People will think you haven’t


    raised your daughter right!”


    ‘Mrs. Panter, could you please show some respect? Are you implying that my daughter is ill–bred?”


    “You can still understand what I’m saying! Let me make something clear today: we, the Panter family,


    don’t want Ynda! This over forty thousand tonight can be considered a breakup fee. Don’t contact


    Zachary anymore!”
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