Chapter 1130

It was Emmett's money, and donating it was like banking some good karma for Emmett himself.

Giving it to him, though? Total waste!

After all, Emmett had done his duty. If they couldn't hold onto that cash, that was on them.

...

The underground casino was buzzing with life.

Today, Cecil was the man of the hour, strutting around like he owned the place!

Overnight, he went from being a nobody to the big dog!

Normally, people at the casino looked at him like he was a broke stray.

But today, everyone was calling him 'Cecil' left and right. He was so puffed up with pride, he barely recognized himself.

But his high didn't last long.

Because today, he gambled big, blowing through the million-plus Emmett gave to Claire in less than two hours!

Cecil, fuming, stormed out of the casino, shouting, "A million plus is peanuts! I don't give a damn! That was just pocket change my son gave me out of respect. My son's worth billions! His money is mine, all mine!" After leaving, Cecil was steamed.

A million plus, gone just like that, and he was back to being broke.

Cecil, mulling it over, snorted in disdain.

He contacted the media and took a cab to the hotel where Elysia and Tarquin were staying.

He had to figure out a way to bring his son back home!

His son's paintings made money. If he brought his son home and had him crank out a hundred or so paintings, the cash would roll in, right?!

As for Tarquin and Elysia, they were like walking, talking gold mines. Best to keep them around for a slow bleed.

Stepping out of the cab, Cecil dropped to his knees at the hotel entrance, putting on a tearful show, "Ms. Thorne, Mr. Bradford, please, beg you, give me back my son. My daughter's seriously ill, and she's fainting from missing her brother!"

"I'm afraid she won't make it if she doesn't see him again! She's already got a congenital illness! She can't handle this kind of stress!"

"Please, have a heart, let the siblings reunite! My daughter's days are numbered, oh... please... please..."

Cecil was using Maria to play the sympathy card, crying and sniveling at the hotel entrance.

He was bowing and scraping, painting himself as the pitiable underdog.

Soon, a crowd of media gathered, cameras flashing non-stop.

There were also plenty of live streams happening on the spot.

The internet was in an uproar again, with folks taking up Cecil's cause:

#So sad, how can they bully someone like this, won't anyone step in?#

Розичаль #Calling out Silver City PD, Silver City government, Silver City Child Protection, if you don't do 9, we're taking this t top!#

#Even if that's not his biological son, considering the sick little girl, they should at least let the siblings see each other!#

#Does having money mean you can do whatever you want? Hogging someone's child like that is just cruel!#

The trolls online were having a field day, and the onlookers on-site were riled up, "Let the kid see his sister already, it's heartbreaking!"

"Not letting them meet, how cold-hearted can you be!"

"And this Emmett, his sister's on her deathbed and he's not rushing to her side? So young and already so heartless?"

"Exactly, if were him, I'd be crying and making a scene to see my sister. If they stopped me, I'd vel threaten to do something see if they'd stop me then!

"Talk all you want, but there's something off with that kid, too. All about appearances, he is."

A few hot-headed youths were shouting, "Come on, send the kid out to see his sister already, or we're coming in to take him! This is just too much!"