Sarah's POV:
I was so scared that I had to take a step backward. "Uhm, Mr. Wistold," Jasmine said, breaking the silence; she must have understood the condition already.
"How much did she pay you?" Anthony asked; this was not the type of question I expected him to ask me.
"Which amount of money was it that made you lose your dignity?"
"Anthony…"
"Oh wait, I wondered if you even had dignity in the first place." His insults hurt a lot, and a tear rolled down my cheeks as he took a step closer to me.
"I never understood ladies from the gutters, but thanks to you, I do."
I wanted to scream badly that I wasn't from the gutters and that I wasn't raised this way, but I stayed calm and clenched my fist tightly that my knuckles became white.
"Money. That's all it took you to ruin a family."
Mr. Billionaire: You Are The Father Of My Triplets.