Mabel Quinn coldly looked at her elder brother, one year older than herself. The many beautiful memories from their childhood were now slowly shattering.
"Brother, who is really the selfish one?"
Cecil Quinn's gaze shifted uneasily. He knew very well that it was he and their mother who wanted this house, so they didn't pay attention to his sister's future.
But just thinking about the value of that house, considering that he'd need a house when he got married, Cecil Quinn wiped away all the guilt that had just arisen in his heart.
Compared to a house worth four or five million, what did her future really matter?
"Mabel, mom raised you to this age, and now she wants a little return; are you really unwilling to give anything back?" Cecil Quinn said.
