Phoebe Huxley and Felix Thorne stared at each other in disbelief, their hearts about to leap out of their throats. Their second son had really made something of himself, easily earning seven hundred yuan. No wonder he'd insisted on going to Capria for a visit a while back. It turned out he'd gone to make big money with that Hawthorne boy.
But then a thought struck her.
"Did Adrian earn even more?"
Phoebe Huxley's mind raced, quickly grasping the key point. If Adrian Hawthorne had helped their second son earn this much, he must have made far more for himself.
Her breathing grew rapid again, and her vision blurred. Just before this, she had been feeling smug about earning six or seven yuan a day. Now, she felt ashamed.
A kid was earning more than her. What did she have to be so proud of?
But then she remembered her own second son was just as capable, and pride swelled in her chest again. 'He's my son, after all. I'm the one who gave birth to him.'
