Scott hugged her and pinched her cheek affectionately. “Okay, whatever you say.”
Then he turned to me, took out a few red bills and tossed them on the ground. “Here’s for your taxi. Don’t say I, Scott, am heartless.”
The bills fluttered to the ground, mocking me.
People around us were pointing and whispering. I bent down and Scott and Barbara smiled smugly. They thought I was picking up the money.
Instead, I just tied my shoelaces. Then I stood up, stepped on the bills and crushed them. “Scott, keep this money for your medical bills. I see a dark aura around you. A major disaster is coming.”
Scott’s face flushed with anger. “Yvette! Don’t push your luck!”
Barbara shrieked, “Who are you to say that?!”
I smiled coldly, hailed a taxi and sped off. Sitting in the car, my palms were sweaty. “Son, what if he finds the stuff on the ceiling is gone?”
“So what if he finds out? We have the divorce certificate and the property agreement. It clearly says personal belongings can’t be touched. That gold bar was your personal item. Does he have proof it’s his? It’s his secret stash and he can’t admit it! Would he dare call the police and claim he’s transferring assets?”