Chapter 14 Toxic Sibling Relationship

"Alright, if you say so. The milkshake here is great, and you should try it." Wilbur nodded at that and took a couple of sips of the milkshake. Catherine was right; it was way better than others out there, a league of its own. After that, he began chatting with the Lyons again. After leaving Casterie, Wilbur drove the mother and son home to Sanlow's most expensive river-facing apartment complex—Sanlow Condo! Catherine invited Wilbur to have a sit upstairs after he parked the car. However, he turned her down. "Thanks, Catherine, but I'm sure you're exhausted. I won't bother you any longer. You should go up and rest. I have an engagement at night, and I have to go now." "Okay then. Why don't you come to my office tomorrow at ten with the contract?" "Catherine, I…" "Don't get me wrong. I didn't decide to sign the deal because you helped us out or that Marcus approves of you. I value character very much, and I can see the optimism in your eyes—it's untainted." Catherine's words thrilled Wilbur. Who'd have thought he managed to bag the deal with just one trip? What dumb luck! "I'm glad that I got your recognition. I'll see you tomorrow then." "Sure, see you tomorrow." Marcus bid Wilbur farewell too. "Goodbye, Sir!" "See you, Marcus!" Meanwhile, emotions began rippling deep within Catherine as she watched Wilbur's retreating figure. Though she was a rational, independent woman, she had gotten physically and mentally exhausted having to raise Marcus alone while dealing with everything in the company all these years. Likewise, she longed to have a man she could lean on. Even so, she continued to be rational, for men in the business world were masters of façade. Wilbur, on the other hand, didn't have many thoughts about Catherine. He just wanted her to sign the deal. After all, it'd be a slap in the face if he couldn't seal the deal when he had snatched this case from Zeke. After exiting Sanlow Condo, he had to walk another ten or twenty minutes before he finally managed to hail a taxi back to the school Marcus was studying. It was already 6.00PM now. He'd have to hurry up and get to Jane's parents' home to see what were they up to this time. Wilbur arrived on his electric motorcycle half an hour later. After parking it, he rushed to the elevator. Jane had so generously financed her parents so that they could live in a mid-rise while he and Jane were still living in a walk-up. Most of the money she had provided came from him buttering up clients, and yet, he didn't even get a single word of thanks. How f*cking depressing was that?! After arriving at the Walschs' unit while sweating profusely, Wilbur pressed the doorbell a couple of times before the door finally opened. The person who greeted him was his mother-in-law, who took a despising glance at him before walking away. Despite being annoyed, Wilbur still squeezed a smile out, closing the door behind him as he entered. "Sorry for being late, Mom and Dad. I had an appointment with a client in the afternoon." "Well, come and sit down." Jane looked toward him with despise. "We've been waiting for you for over an hour. You're just a stupid salesman, yet you're even busier than a boss." Wilbur was pissed off by her remark. Nonetheless, he held back his anger since he was getting hungry and had to eat first. Over dinner, he asked the Walschs the reason they had called him and Jane over. To that, Jane's brother spoke to Wilbur in an irritable tone. "I'm about to propose to my girlfriend, but her parents will only allow us to get married if we have a place of our own. As such, I want to borrow some money from you guys," said Lucas. F*cking hell, it was about money again. He knew it! This family never called him over for anything good. "That's good news! It's about time you have your own family. Indeed, we should help you out. I just got my salary for the month, and there's six thousand in total. I'll transfer it all to you when I go home." Livid, Lucas hit the roof and shot up from his seat. He pointed at Wilbur and snapped, "Who do you think you are? Are you f*cking brushing a beggar off?!" "Are you not one?" Wilbur retorted, staring coldly at him.