Chapter 207 Settling Scores
Mark was also a figure in the business world, not belonging to a top-tier wealthy family but considered a wealthy individual with assets in the billions.
The Jackson family managed vineyards and the liquor business, exporting their products overseas.
Mark had seen a variety of people in his life, but when faced with Maggie's sharp eyes, he inexplicably felt a chill down his spine.
Maggie took the initiative to open the car door and get in, a move that left Mark momentarily stunned.
Mark had thought that Maggie would hate him and would keep him at a distance.
Seeing Maggie get into the car, Mark smiled and signed the driver to start the car.
The interior of the car was spacious and comfortable, but as soon as Maggie sat down, Mark felt a sudden drop in temperature around him, feeling quite cold.
Before Mark could speak, Maggie took the lead. "Where is Mr. Jackson now? What does your family do? This car isn't cheap, right? Besides a daughter, do you have other children? How much is your annual net income? What are your assets?"
Maggie's inquiries felt like an investigation into Mark's family information, leaving Mark puzzled.
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Mark, being a businessman, always kept cautious.
Concerned that Maggie was probing into his assets to claim a share of the family property possibly, Mark half-jokingly said, "Engaged in the liquor business, also involved in some tourism, but the overall business environment is tough these days, running at a loss for the past few years, residing in London year-round, with a son and a daughter at home, both younger than you, your brother is studying abroad, and your sister is ill, hospitalized."
Continuing, Mark mentioned his sick daughter, showing Maggie photos of Melissa in the hospital.
Melissa had IV tubes attached to her; there were videos of her undergoing dialysis, her hair shaved off, looking weak, evoking much sympathy.
Mark's eyes were slightly red as he spoke, "Before Melissa was hospitalized, she weighed 110 pounds; now she's down to just 82 pounds; in the late stages, both her mother and I have been tested for compatibility, but no suitable bone marrow donor has been found yet. If we can't find a match soon, Melissa will have no choice but to wait for death."
Listening indifferently, Maggie could discern Mark's intentions from his words.
In terms of assets, Mark surely had some hidden information.
However, in just a few minutes of interaction, Maggie's disappointment in Mark deepened.
Maggie sarcastically remarked. "Mr. Jackson is truly a winner in life, with both son and daughter. I've heard that London has many wealthy individuals, especially those in the liquor business, which can be quite profitable. Mr. Jackson seems hesitant, perhaps fearing I might contest for family assets."
At these words, Mark's face reddened. "Maggie, you've misunderstood, I..."
Maggie coldly looked at him. "Mr. Jackson, do you think you can bear the title of a father?"
Mark felt a chill in his heart at that glance, unable to take a deep breath under Maggie's gaze.
The car soon arrived at a nearby café, where Maggie got out, allowing Mark to finally breathe more freely.
Adjusting his glasses, Mark couldn't understand why this unfamiliar Maggie was so intimidating.
Following Maggie into the café, when Maggie ordered coffee, she only asked for one cup.
Mark awkwardly ordered a cup as well, feeling more uncomfortable than he ever had in a business setting, unsure of what to say.
After hesitating for a while, Mark mustered the courage to say, "Maggie, Melissa is your sister, and she needs help right now. I'm at my wit's end. Can you lend a hand? I've checked, donating bone marrow won't have any adverse effects on your body. I won't mistreat you; I'll compensate you."
Maggie inwardly sneered, putting on a very pitiful look in front of Mark. "Mr. Jackson, my mom used to speak highly of you. I've always admired and looked up to my father, and I believe you won't mistreat me or my mom. My mom raised me single-handedly, and since you're back, why don't you settle the child support payments from before I turned eighteen?"
Ignoring Mark's topic, Maggie directly recounted her difficulties of recent years and demanded the child support she was owed.
Maggie's words took Mark aback.
Maggie smiled and waved to the waiter. "Could you please bring me a pen and paper? Thank you."
Soon, the waiter brought the paper and pen, and Maggie began writing on it, maintaining a friendly demeanor. "Mr. Jackson, let's start calculating from when my mom was pregnant with me, going through each expense meticulously, ensuring you don't lose out. The prenatal check-up costs, nutrition expenses..."
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