Beside him, Mrs. Hunt echoed, “It’s no different for us over there than being here. We merely stay
home and do nothing, so what good jobs could we have?”
The neighbors weren’t about to give up. One of them leaned over and asked, “Doesn’t your son-in-law
have some if the two of you don’t?”
Mrs. Hunt’s gaze shifted to Lola’s room for a brief moment. “Did you think he goes to work every day?
Like us, he stays at home and does nothing. His family is rich, so all his money is invested, and he lives
off the profits. If you were to ask him what kind of job would make money and ensure quick returns, he
might not know as much as you do.”
Beside her, Mr. Hunt chuckled. “You’re right in that. I talked to him about investment the other day, and
he told me outright that he doesn’t know anything about it.”
A neighbor at the side was feeling rather incredulous, and he insisted on getting an answer. “Since his
family is so wealthy, they must have a lot of connections.”
A lot of connections? That’s probably true. “All four of his sisters and brothers-in-law have companies
of their own, so they definitely have plenty of ways to make money. However, we’re not all that close.
Furthermore, even if we ask them to help us out, they won’t know how to do so with our paltry sum,”
Mr. Hunt said.
Then, he looked up and swept his gaze over all the neighbors around him. “To make money now, the
initial investment must be a huge sum, so how would we be able to fork out that much? The
investments they do are high-risk, and the losses amount to tens of millions in a single go. If we were to
lose that much, we might even be propelled to jump off the building.”
Leaning back against his bed, he continued, “In this society, you’ve got to have a substantial amount of
capital if you want to make a lot of money. How could you gain something without paying anything?”
After saying that, he added, “Look at me. I don’t even dare to try it. Rather, I prefer living my life
honestly. We don’t understand anything about risk factors, so it’s better to just forget about it.”
In the other room, Logan could vaguely hear the ongoing conversation, but the details were rather
sketchy to him. Reaching out, he pulled Lola into his arms. “Are you feeling okay? Do you want to sleep
for a while?”
Lola truly felt a touch drowsy. “I’ll just doze for a bit, so wake me up in a while.”
Murmuring an acquiescence, Logan then patted her lightly as though patting a child. Sleep came swiftly
for Lola, and she slipped into dreamland in less than a minute after she’d closed her eyes. The corners
of Logan’s mouth curved into a faint smile. Taking off his jacket, he draped it over her before getting to
his feet and leaving the room.
The weather on this day was good, so he stood in the courtyard for a while. Subsequently, the
neighbors came out. The moment they set eyes on him, their faces were awash with smiles as though
they’d seen their own son, asking whether he was tired from driving and how long he’d be staying here.
Logan wasn’t one for small talk, so there wasn’t much expression on his face as he replied curtly, “I’m
fine.”
Upon seeing his indifference, the neighbors didn’t force a lengthy conversation. They merely greeted
him briefly before leaving one by one. Then, Logan turned around and went to the garden in the
backyard. The vegetables in the garden were all matured, seemingly having been well-taken care of.
Logan fished out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. Earlier, he hadn’t dared to smoke in front of Lola, so
this was a long-awaited opportunity. However, when he was just halfway through, he faintly heard a
voice from the courtyard, a woman’s voice that sounded rather advanced in years. Taking a puff, he
narrowed his eyes as he found the voice a touch familiar, yet he couldn’t remember who it was in that
instance.
He initially didn’t plan on interfering, assuming that it was probably one of the neighbors again, but he
abruptly heard Mr. Hunt’s roar a few seconds later. “Why are you here? Get out!” At this, Logan stilled.
Immediately after that, he heard the woman’s slightly awkward chuckle as she greeted Mr. Hunt.
Frowning, he finished the cigarette in a few puffs before crushing the cigarette butt on the ground.
Then, he whirled around and left the backyard for the courtyard via a small path at the side that led to
the front. Before Logan had reached the front, he heard Mr. Hunt’s bellow again. “Get out, get out!
You’re not welcomed here, so don’t come again!”
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