Buying clothes costs money, dining out costs money, and so does attending training courses.
She's already twenty, it's time she fended for herself.
He's not related to her by blood, so spending his money as an adult doesn't feel quite right to her.
"Did I ever give you a hard time about these?" Sylvan Cheney's voice turned cold.
The warmth in his eyes gradually faded away.
"I care." Jasmine Yale said indifferently.
She continued to pack, her movements a bit forceful.
At college, she had put away the bank card he had given to her, without using a single cent from it.
He seemed busy and unaware about her part-time job.
"You don't want to use my money, or are there other guys providing for you? Hmm?"
At his words, Jasmine Yale changed color and dropped the clothes she was holding.
She turned around and glared at him, visibly upset.
"I don't have a boyfriend, and if I did, I would never let him spend money on me."
Sometimes, his words were really harsh.
