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Terrah said while looking at the object she was holding. Before giving the book to her grandma, he first read what was written on the back. It was Terrence Johnson's diary entitled, "Diary of a Billionaire's Son." The boy understood that it was his father's life experience. She wanted to know what it contained, so he let his grandmother read it to him. "AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER FATHER WITH THEIR SON NAMED TERRAH," the grandmother said after reading the last quote written in the book.

The old nanny asked. "In that room where my mom was always there," Justin said. "Okay…" the nanny said and sighed. "Your father was the kind of person who would say this to me, there was no difference between one who was in debt and one who was too rich," the old nanny said. "What does that mean?" Justin asked. "One day, he said to me, what are the similarities between a very rich man and a poor man?" The old nanny asked. "What is it?" Justin asked.

Haley frowned slightly, then sneered, "Jack, you really have the nerve to ask for millions? Why don't you just rob a bank?" "You don't understand!" Jack's eyes were red with hatred. "I grew up poor, in a small town. When the town was flooded, my dad went out in the rain to find food for us and never came back. My mom and I have suffered so much. When she got sick, we couldn't afford the surgery, and she died. "You rich people can't understand the suffering of the poor!" Seeing him struggle to attack Haley, Dean kicked him hard. "Stay down! Just because you're poor doesn't mean you can steal and blackmail."

Who would have thought that a man in ordinary clothes, who looks like he has nothing, would be the heir to a trillion-dollar company? Trillions of dollars! Unbelievable. Amy collapsed, desperate to remember the insult she had just hurled at Fernando. She was really in trouble. Big trouble. "Mr... Mr. Quinn..." Henry's voice trembled. His legs were so weak that he immediately knelt on the floor. "Mr. Quinn, I am trash! I'm worthless! Please forgive me for being blind and not knowing who you are! Please forgive me! If this resort goes bankrupt, my father will kill me!"

"Daddy's right!" the childlike voice chimed in. "That nasty woman is just putting on a show! There's no way she'd really bear to give up on Daddy. I bet she's going to show up tomorrow with the debit card in hand! "Soon, we'll be able to pay off Grandpa's gambling debts and Grandma's medical bills. Daddy can start preparing to become the richest man in the world even earlier this time!"

"Figures. If she had parents to teach her any better, she wouldn't be this pathetic, groveling on the floor like a dog." The laughter around me buzzed in my ears. I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms. "That's enough." Dad waved his hand and scowled. "We'll never see a dime from a pauper like her anyway. Have her beg for forgiveness and throw her out. I don't want her to bring misfortune to our family!" After hearing that, Mr. Brown hurriedly nodded. When he turned to look at me, his eyes were laced with venom. "Didn't you hear that? Hurry up and apologize to Mr. and Mrs. Emerson!"

"Like how you understand being poor and being not as poor?" I stopped stirring. Turned to look at my son. He was examining the ammonite with the focused attention of a scientist, entirely unaware of the precision with which he had just dismantled something I hadn't known was standing. "Where did that come from?" I said carefully. He shrugged, still looking at the fossil. "Jaylen's mom says rich people don't understand poor people because they forgot. But you didn't forget. You still know how to fix things and make things and you don't waste stuff." He looked up. "That's like a superpower. Remembering both."

He reached for it, and I reluctantly lifted my knees to let him take it. He read the title aloud, his voice laced with amusement: “Captured and Claimed by the Mafia Don?”. "Really? Kimberly" I glared at him, my embarrassment mounting. “It was the only interesting book here.” His smile widened. “Out of all these books, that’s what you call interesting?” “What should I have read instead?” I shot back, gesturing at the shelves. “One of those dry leadership manuals?” Without responding, he pulled a book off the shelf. Rich Dad, Poor Dad. He held it up as though it were a trophy.

I sat on the swing chair and had a glass of wine beside me as I began to read. Rich Dad Poor Dad, a book known to have transformed many lives. Though it was not my first time reading this book, I preferred to always read and read it again. As I was reading, the mansion was quiet but the TV was on—with the mute on. I was about to flip the page of the book to another when my eyes suddenly caught Tyler’s face on the news. I squinted my eyes. What has he done this time? I picked the remote from the center table and unmuted the TV, but with a minimal volume.

His look was daring and unapologetic, which got Edward angry. “Why are you pretending to be the victim here? I am the victim here!!!!! I am the one who fucking grew up in poverty without my father by my side while you on the other hand, lived in affluence, taking our father all to yourself” Richard yelled in frustration, which got everyone surprised.