Chapter 120
Samuel Jackson clenched his fists, his eyes shining as he stared at his aunt. The calm confidence in her voice ignited a fire in his heart. He swore silently to himself: I'll get into college just like Aunt Luna and make something of myself.
"Where did this money come from?" Luna Whitaker trembled as she held three crisp hundred-dollar bills—more cash than she'd ever seen in her life.
Luna White smirked. "I saved someone, and they gave it to me. I wanted to hand it over properly today, but after seeing Darren's face..." She lowered her voice. "If this money went into the Lewis household, they'd probably gamble it all away."
Tears welled up in Luna Whitaker's eyes. Her little sister had thought of everything.
"Don't hold back, sis." Luna White clasped her sister's rough hands. "The kids are growing. I get stipends at college, and I can take side jobs—"
"No!" Luna Whitaker shook her head violently, tears splashing down. "I'm the older sister. How can I take your money—"
Thud!
Luna White suddenly slammed the table and stood. "Sis! When you saved your own rations to feed me all those years ago, did I ever say no?" She shoved the money into Luna Whitaker's pocket. "Take it!"
Samuel rushed over, wiping his mother's tears with his sleeve. "Mom, we'll remember Aunt Luna's kindness. When I grow up, I'll pay her back twice over!"
Luna Whitaker laughed through her tears and ruffled her son's hair. She was being silly—what mattered now was making a better life for them all.
"Oh, right." Luna White dropped her voice to a whisper. "File for divorce tomorrow. The day after, we'll go demand the land from Uncle Jack."
Luna Whitaker paled. "But Uncle Jack—"
"Who cares?" Luna White scoffed. "If he refuses, you're coming to the city with me. The policies are loosening now—even setting up a street stall beats farming!"
Luna Whitaker hesitated. City life wasn't that simple. Without a household registration, they wouldn't even get food rations...
Luna White saw her sister's worry but couldn't explain. How could she say, I'm reincarnated—I know private businesses will thrive soon?
Thinking of tomorrow's meeting with Clara White, Luna White's lips curled into a cold smile. The old woman was probably living very comfortably right now.
Meanwhile, by the pigpen in the White household, Fiona Lewis was dragging Clara White by the collar and throwing her onto a tattered mat.
"Disgusting old hag! Wetting the bed again!" Fiona pinched her nose and flung the stinking blanket at the old woman. "No dinner for you—save the food for someone who deserves it!"
Clara collapsed onto the mat, her cloudy eyes burning with hatred. That bitch! And that ungrateful son of mine!
Fiona suddenly bent down, digging her nails into Clara's arm. "What are you glaring at? Who else would take care of you now? Your precious son won't even visit!"
The stench of the pigpen was nauseating. Clara gritted her teeth, cursing inwardly: Strike them down, heavens! Smite these monsters!