Chapter 136 William, Where Did You Get the Car?
Just as Mary spoke, her phone rang.
She rolled her eyes at William and said, "No matter what my mom says, don't give in to her requests for money. She'll calm down eventually."
With that, Mary went to answer the phone.
William was left speechless. Watching Mary's retreating figure, he muttered to himself, "Forget it, once Sarah gets better, I'll move you all into a new house."
That day, the news of the Turner family's bankruptcy spread quickly. The public speculated on who could have been pulling the strings behind their downfall. Rumor had it that the Turners had offended someone.
It had to be someone powerful, but who could it have been?
It was a mystery that many upper-class families in Lindwood City wanted to solve. In other words, William's casual act of retaliation had garnered the attention of the entire city.
William stayed at the hospital until the afternoon before leaving. Margaret had called him several times, asking him to return to the old house.
Meanwhile, Mary had to go to work to coordinate the collaboration between Sunshine Bay City Hospital Branch and BK Pharmaceuticals.
Because of this, hospital affairs were temporarily left in Melissa's hands.
William took a cab back to the old Smith family house. Margaret was sitting in the living room, perusing several business cards and real estate brochures.
As soon as William arrived, Margaret eagerly attended to him with a fawning smile. "William, come in, sit down. I just washed these grapes for you, have some."
William was taken aback. This was the first time that Margaret had greeted him so enthusiastically. He felt like he was walking on eggshells.
"Mom, just say what you need to say. I'm not used to you acting this way," William said with an awkward smile.
Tyler, who was reading the newspaper nearby, couldn't help but smirk. It was clear that William had seen through Margaret's little tricks.
Margaret felt embarrassed. She glared at Tyler, and then angrily looked at William.
'How could William treat me this way? I've always done right by him but he doesn't appreciate it. He's just an ingrate who doesn't know how good he's got it, ' thought Margaret.
To William, she said, "Alright, let's not beat around the bush. Give me half a million dollars. I want to buy a villa. If you can't get the money, then sell your marital house.
"Of course, I will set aside a room for you and Mary in the villa, so don't worry about that. But let's set some ground rules: in the villa, I'll call the shots. You have to do the laundry, cook, and do the housework. You need to keep the house clean inside and out. Oh, and if I invite some friends over to play poker, you have to serve them. Don't embarrass me, got it?"
Margaret listed her demands one by one, and the more she spoke, the brighter her smile became. It was as if she had already bought the villa.
Tyler shook his head helplessly and sighed, "I'm going out for a walk."
Margaret glared at him, knowing that Tyler wasn't keen on listening to her. She snapped, "Tyler, when we buy it, you can live somewhere else!"
She didn't mean it, of course. It was just something she said out of anger.
"How about it, William? Do you agree to my conditions? If you want to live in my villa, you'll have to follow my rules," Margaret said imperiously.
In truth, she didn't want to live under the same roof as William, but she needed the money.
"Mom, there's no need to go through all that trouble. I've already bought a house. Once Sarah is discharged, we'll all move in there," William said with a smile.
Margaret was stunned for a moment. She sneered. "William, I know you. There's no way you could've bought a house, not with the amount of money you've saved up. Even if you did buy one, it'd probably be a tiny place. I wouldn't want to live there."
Margaret didn't believe William could buy a house at all.
What a joke!
William had been freeloading off the Smiths for three years and had nothing of note to show for it. Nothing at all.
William glanced at the real estate flyers on the table. They were promoting houses in an upscale residential area.
"Mom, the house I bought is right here," William said, picking up the flyer with a smile.
Margaret frowned and she glared at William angrily. "William, do you think that's funny? Are you trying to avoid giving me money? If you don't want to give me money, just say so!"
Margaret assumed that William was making things up so he wouldn't have to give her the money she had asked for. "Fine, I get it. Get out, and don't come back to my house! When I buy the villa, don't even dream about being invited to live in it."
Feeling furious, Margaret got up to show William out. He was powerless to stop her.
Standing at the doorstep, he could still hear Margaret's nagging.
After a moment's thought, William made a call to George. "George, help me look up suitable properties that are on sale. Mary's mom wants to buy a villa. If she asks you about it, just take care of it at your discretion."
"Got it," George replied respectfully.
After hanging up, George immediately notified his secretary to put out a notice to all the real estate agents in Lindwood City. As long as Margaret inquired about any villa, the price would be halved.
That way, Margaret could easily afford to buy it on her own.
George then reported back to William to tell him what had been done.
William was pleased. He would consider it a gift to the Smiths. After all, in the past three years, William hadn't given Margaret anything.
Once William left, Margaret sulked. She couldn't bring herself to ask her friends for money, but considering the prices of those villas, there was no way she could afford to buy one.
When Tyler returned later that day, she eagerly dragged him to visit a few real estate offices that handled the properties she was interested in.
Margaret first went to the Hillside Villa Sales Office. She had been eyeing this neighborhood for a long time. She heard that Dorothy also lived here, in a villa worth ten million.
If she and Tyler sold their old house for seven or eight million and scraped their savings, they should be able to buy one.
The Hillside Villa Sales Office exuded an air of luxury. It was very grand, with a high glass dome and crystal chandeliers. The floor was carpeted, not tiled, making it feel soft underfoot. The entire interior was decorated with platinum and gold accents.
Moreover, all the sales agents here were tall and beautiful, each more attractive than the last.
However, Margaret didn't like them. She begrudged them their good looks, and felt that she had been far prettier when she was their age.
As soon as she entered, Margaret headed straight for the scale model of the development. It looked great. It was surrounded by greenery, being close to the mountains and lake, and was encircled by private malls and cinemas—a paradise for women.
A young and beautiful sales agent saw Margaret looking at the model and walked over with a sweet smile. "Hello, the one you're looking at is our best-selling model, a four-story, two-unit villa of 3,000 square feet, priced at $40,000 per 10 square feet. There are only two units left. If you like it, you can sign a contract on the spot."
Margaret exclaimed, "That means it's $1.2 million?"
"That's right. There are only two units are left."
Margaret frowned. She really liked this villa, but the price was too high. She couldn't afford it. "I'd like to consider my options before I commit," she said.
Awkwardly, she pulled Tyler away, pretending to look around before leaving.
At that moment, a flamboyantly dressed woman sneered at them. "It's pathetic when poor people come to look at properties that they can't afford. Honey, look, those two look like country bumpkins, and they're here to look at villas. It's so embarrassing."
Next to her was a greasy, overweight middle-aged man who glanced at Margaret, sneered, and said, "Now, now, dear. Poor people have the right to look at villas too. Even if they can't afford it in this lifetime, there's no harm in just looking."
The flashy woman scoffed. "People should be made to pay a fee before they're allowed to even look at houses. That would teach all these poor people with unrealistic dreams a lesson. They're ruining Hillside Villas!"
Overhearing them, Margaret felt thoroughly humiliated. She wasn't going to take it lying down.
Margaret pointed at the flashy woman furiously, shouting, "Just who are you calling poor? Who says I can't afford it? Maybe you're the one who's poor! You're just a mistress, seducing a married man, and you have the nerve to criticize me. Be careful, his wife might find you and expose you online, you homewrecker!"
Margaret could be quite sharp-tongued when she wanted to be, and she wasn't wrong: the woman was indeed a mistress. Hearing this, the woman became enraged and started shouting back at Margaret, "How dare you! Imagine being so poor yet having the gall to come to look at villas without any money. If you have money, buy it! If you don't, get out of here!"
As the argument escalated, things got physical. Margaret was no match for the younger woman and ended up getting slapped several times. She fell to the ground and cried out, "Help! She's hitting me! Look, she's hitting me!"
The sales agents looked at each other and hurried over to break up the fight.
Seeing Margaret being hit, Tyler stepped in to intervene, but the middle-aged fat man punched him directly in the face, causing his nose to bleed.
"How dare you two touch my girlfriend? Are you looking for trouble?" the middle-aged man roared in intimidating voice.
Margaret was frightened but wouldn't let it go. Pointing at the flashy woman and the middle-aged man, she shouted, "Just you wait, I'll call my son-in-law to deal with you!"
Margaret had seen William's skills before, so she was confident.
"Go ahead, call him. I want to see who you can bring over. I just hope it's not someone like you." The flashy woman sneered, crossing her arms.
Margaret laid on the ground, refusing to get up. She called William and shouted, "William, come to the Hillside Villa Sales Office quickly! We are being beaten up! We're dying here! Hurry!"
William broke into a cold sweat upon hearing this. "Alright, Mom, I'm coming right away."
Mary had just returned from work. "What's wrong?" she asked, as she stood next to William.
"Mom and Dad are being beaten up at the Hillside Villa Sales Office. It sounds pretty serious," William said. Margaret really knew how to stir up trouble.
"What? My mom and dad are being beaten up?" Mary was shocked. "Let's go quickly, then."
William thought for a moment, sent a text message to George, and then caught up with Mary, saying, "Wait up, I'll drive you there."
Mary was puzzled and turned back to ask, "Drive? When did you get a car?"
At the same time, she noticed a BMW motorcycle nearby, which William had just ridden back from the company.
When William got on the BMW motorcycle and handed a helmet to Mary, she was bewildered and asked, "William, what else are you not telling me? Where did you get this bike?"
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