Looking at the old withered passbook, Wynter said, âGrandma, I have my own money.â
âYou did. But now that youâre kicked out of the house, those people in that family would certainly cutyour credit card off.â Margaret caressed her long hair. âYou just want to make me happy, donât you?â
Wynter remained smiling. âGrandma, I-â
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