Chapter 156

Richard looked totally lost, his handsome face clouded with confusion as he gently ruffled my hair. “Who told you I’m broke? I run my own business, how could I be poor? I just didn’t want you to hate rich people.” I was overwhelmed. My heart felt like it was about to burst, and for a second, I thought I might actually faint. "Uncle Richard, who would ever hate rich people?!" If I had money, like Ronald-level money, I wouldn’t be killing myself doing odd jobs to scrape by. I wouldn’t have had to bend over backward, humbling myself to squeeze out over two million for your surgery—negotiating with Ronald, dealing with my useless dad. Hating money? Nah, I dream of waking up rich from a lottery win every day! Richard stared at me, lips twitching like he wanted to say something. “Your mom hated rich folks. Your dad was dirt poor. Your grandpa said he had no character, no future, tried everything to stop the wedding—even locked your mom up. But with your aunt’s help, she ran away in the middl