Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 90

"Would sending you money right now make you happy?"

Cynthia let out a soft "mm," then shot back, "Why wouldn't it?"

Benedict gritted his teeth. "I'll transfer it to you now!"

"Alright," Cynthia replied. "Just remember to add a note: voluntary gift."

Benedict ended the call with a grim expression.

He opened his banking app, transferred a hefty sum to Cynthia, and carefully added the note: voluntary gift. Afterward, he took a screenshot and sent it to her.

Cynthia had barely set down her phone when a text message buzzed in.

She picked it up and checked the notification.

$200,000 had landed in her account.

A small smile played at the corners of her lips, her eyes relaxing. Now she had enough to cover the car repairs—and even managed to save a tidy sum.

A moment later, Benedict's screenshot arrived.

Cynthia tapped open the chat and, in surprisingly good spirits, sent him a cheerful "thanks" sticker in reply.

On the other end, Benedict stared at her message, finally letting out a breath he'd been holding. He typed quickly:

[I'm coming to see you now.]

Cynthia's eyes lingered on the chat window. Her good mood vanished in a heartbeat.

[Actually, I'd rather wait and see you at the wedding the day after tomorrow.]

Benedict: [What, you want to play the whole "absence makes the heart grow fonder" game before we tie the knot?]

Cynthia: [Don't you?]

Benedict: [Of course I do. I dream about the moment you walk down the aisle in the dress I designed for you, becoming my wife. Cyndi, I really do love you.]

Cynthia's lips curled into a faint, icy smirk.

No response.

She was just about to call when, out of nowhere, Lois appeared in her room and snatched the phone from her hands.

"It's late. Why are you still on your phone? All that radiation isn't good for the baby. Get some rest."

Ever since Lois had moved in, she'd started barging into Giselle's bedroom without knocking, and now she wouldn't even allow her to sleep with the door closed.

Giselle had mentioned it to Benedict several times in the past few days, but he always brushed it off or even sided with his mother, insisting she should just put up with it.

Giselle was fuming inside. She'd thought Lois would help take care of her, but instead, it felt like she'd let a wolf into her home.

"Aunt Lois, it's late and Benedict's still not back. I just want to call and check on him."

Lois huffed. "If he's not home, obviously he's with Cynthia. That's his real home, after all. You need to know your place and stop trying to interfere. Their wedding is in just a couple of days. You'd better behave yourself."

Giselle bit her lip, resentment flashing in her eyes, her expression slowly twisting with spite.

"Aunt Lois, don't you hate Cynthia too? Why are you letting Benedict marry her? She and Benedict are about to get married, and she hasn't called you once these past few days—clearly, she doesn't respect you as her mother-in-law at all. Are you really okay with Cynthia walking all over you for the rest of your life?"