Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell



Soon, it was midnight.

Carlisle and the others had gone to a bar for the next round.

Gordon had just finished showering. He put on some warm clothes before coming out of the bathroom.

Hilda was sitting on the sofa. She looked at Gordon and said, "Gordon, is our son really making big money now?"

She still felt confused.

The Rolls-Royce, the two million in cash in the car, the millions the company could make every month...

Was Carlisle really capable of doing that?

Gordon sat beside Hilda. He picked up his cup of chamomile tea from the coffee table and took a few sips before saying, "Society is progressing, and times are developing. They've managed to ride the wave of the Internet, so of course they'll be able to make big money!" Hilda still felt as if she was dreaming. She reached out and pinched Gordon's thigh hard.

"Ouch!" Gordon grimaced in pain. He looked angrily at Hilda and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I wanted to check if I was dreaming or not. You look like you're in a lot of pain, so it's probably not a dream." Hilda rubbed the spot that she had just pinched.

"Tomorrow, let's go back to the village and donate to the community. I feel that Carlisle is going to become a very influential person." Gordon took Hilda's hand, grinning happily.

"If Gerard finds out about how capable our son is, he probably won't even dare to show his face in the village this year." Hilda laughed contemptuously.

"By the way, when is Carlisle going back to university? Shall we ask him to travel with us tomorrow?" she asked.

"I'll ask him when he gets back." Gordon did not tell Hilda that Carlisle had applied for a long leave of absence.

If she found out, she was sure to nag Carlisle about it.

Over at Hayley's house, she finally finished cleaning up at 2:00 am.

Hayley and Sylvester's backs were aching from exhaustion.

The two of them sat down in a couple of chairs to rest. Sylvester said in awe, "Carlisle's doing really well! He's only been at university for two months, and he's driving a Rolls-Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Royce."

Hayley said doubtfully, "Is that car of his worth a lot of money?"

Sylvester looked intently at Hayley and said, "I think it costs about eight million."

Hayley stared in disbelief. Her mouth was dry as she said, "E-eight million? Are there cars that cost that much?"

Her husband worked in management at a company and only earned one thousand and two hundred dollars per month in salary.

Even that amount was enough for him to hold his head up high in the neighborhood.

However, Carlisle's car cost eight million dollars.

Based on Sylvester's salary, it would take him eight hundred years to get enough money for such a car.

Sylvester laughed and said, "Gordon has an amazing son!"

Hayley swallowed. "Oh no! I got into a fight with Hilda a while back. Will Carlisle try to get revenge on us in the future?"

Sylvester rolled his eyes. "He's not that petty. Doesn't Carlisle treat our son very well?" Hayley breathed a sigh of relief and asked again, "What did Yvette come back for this time?" Sylvester shook his head expressionlessly. "I don't know yet. I'll ask her tomorrow."

Rory's place was well-furnished and had three bedrooms.

Sharyl got Lily a new pair of fluffy slippers. "These are mine. I think we're about the same size. Why don't you try them on?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Woodsen." Lily nodded meekly. She took off her shoes and put the slippers on.

Sharyl smiled and asked, "Do they fit well?"

Lily smiled sweetly. "They do fit very well."

"Come and sit. I'll cut some fruit for you." Sharyl pulled Lily enthusiastically into the living room.

She treated Lily better than her son, Sean.

Rory came in last. He had just finished making a pot of tea when Sharyl came out with a kitchen knife in her hand. "Rory, get the heater out. We can't let Lily get cold."

"Mr. Woodsen, Mrs. Woodsen, you don't have to go to all that trouble. I'm really not that fussy," Lily said quickly.

Her family was much less well-off compared to Sean.

She had only ever seen things like heaters in her relatives' homes.

She heard they used up a lot of electricity.

"That's no trouble at all! Just treat our home as yours, and don't be formal with us." Rory

said. He went off happily to the storeroom to find the heater.

Lily sat on the sofa, feeling warm and fuzzy inside.

On the way here, she had been worried about how to interact with Sean's family.

She hadn't expected them to be so friendly.