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Chapter Eight
“What? Seriously? Are you sure?” I screech at him, shocked.
He must be mistaken. There is no way that we have that much money in our possession. I stare at the money and the papers, hardly believing my eyes. The last thing that I ever expected to happen was for Isolde to show up, bringing us money. The fact that she acted responsible enough to bring documents regarding the kids was an even bigger surprise.
Wilder gives you an annoyed look. “Callie, I can count. There are six hundred and twenty one hundred dollar bills. That adds up to sixty-two thousand. Just as I said.” I wasn't doubting his ability to count. I was just surprised that the most selfish person I ever knew was able to do something generous for once in her life. For once, Isolde thought of her children, putting them before herself.
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