Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 62

At the private room, they drank multiple rounds after the meal. Godfrey and Lydia were slightly tipsy,

and Flora took the opportunity to remind her husband of his job. "Lydia, I need your help with

something," Ferdinand said.

Lydia waved her hand. "Whatever it is, just tell. I'll definitely help you if I can," she said carelessly.

"My wallet's been a bit tight lately. Since Yvonne is so successful now, I want to borrow some money,"

he replied.

Flora quickly chimed in, "We wouldn't ask you if we had any other way. You have money now, Lydia.

Surely you'll help us?"

Lydia immediately became more conscious when she heard the words 'borrow some money'. She was

well-aware of her brother's characteristics. It was a 99 percent probability that she would not get her

money back once she 'lent' it to him.

"How much do you want to borrow?" she asked.

Her brother raised two fingers.

"Two thousand?" she said.

"What are you thinking, Lydia? Would I ask you if it was just two thousand?" Ferdinand said, irritancy in

his tone.

"Then how much do you want?" Stubbornness spiked i n her. If he really wanted two thousand, she

would lend it to him anyway to save face, teeth-clenched. It had not been easy for her to achieve this

status; she had to show what she could do and not make herself a laughingstock.

"Twenty thousand," her brother said, his expression unchanging.

"Twenty thousand!" Lydia immediately sobered up from her drunken stupor as though someone had

sloshed cold water all over her. Although she did live a better life now, she did not have that much

money o n hand. In addition to that, he asked for twenty thousand right off the bat. Was that not being a

little too greedy?

"Your two cars are already over a hundred thousand, and you frequent a five-star hotel for your meals.

Isn’t twenty thousand a drop in the bucket for you?" Ferdinand said.

Flora knew that Lydia was a prideful person. She needed to say something flattering to raise the

chances of getting the money. "You’re different from before, Lydia," she said. "Surely you can part with

twenty thousand. I see you living such a luxurious life now. Your family must have millions." 1

Lydia felt gratified when she heard those words, but she really could not take out twenty thousand.

Yvonne interjected when she saw her mother's conflicted expression. "Uncle, Aunty, why don’t you

apply for a loan from the bank, if you really need that much money? But you better see if you have the

capability to return the loan as well."

This sentence evidently implied that they had no capacity to return the money—then why should they

lend money to them?

Flora's expression darkened. "I'm talking to your mother," she said. "A younger person shouldn't

interrupt us. 1

"We helped you bolster your reputation when you were still unmarried, Lydia. So many relatives said

that you married into a faux-rich family. If the relatives know about you lending money to us, can they

say that you’re not successful then?" Flora turned her attention and resumed her pleading with Lydia.

Lydia wanted very much to fight for her reputation among her relatives, but the price of twenty

thousand was too much. Besides, she had no way to take out that much money right now.

Ferdinand harrumphed coldly. "Lydia, don't tell me you rented those cars to show off in front of us?" he

said.

"You don't want to visit your family home with pride this year?" he continued.

This barrage of words bombarded Lydia, and she could not help but think about how she would go

back to her family home, so she nodded her head. "Fine,"

she agreed.

Yvonne panicked. They did not have twenty thousand to lend to Ferdinand. The only way they could

get it was by begging, robbing, or stealing. 1

"Mom..."

Lydia shot a glare at her daughter. She needed to persist with this promise no matter what. 1

Steven saw that the matter of borrowing money was settled, and excused himself from the room to go

to the toilet.

Godfrey did not dare to say a single word, because Lydia made every single decision in the house. He

did not have a say even if he disagreed.

"We wanted to borrow money for Steven. He's interested in an investment scheme lately, but he lacks

the starting funds. Don’t worry, I'll immediately return the money to you once I have enough," Ferdinand

said, smiling. The point of this sentence was that he had the final say in this, no matter if they had

money or not.

Flora cast him a side glance. She did not know why he bothered to spew those extra words.

"When can you give us the money? Our trip here won't be for long," Flora questioned.

Lydia looked at her daughter. Only Yvonne could take out twenty thousand. A small pang of regret hit

her now, but she could not retract whatever she said. It had not been easy to gain such a reputation

after all these years. She could not afford to lose face, no matter what.

"We'll do it tomorrow or the day after. It takes time to take out money too," Lydia said.

"All right." Flora was grinning from ear to ear.

Steven still had not returned from the toilet. Flora was worried that he ran into some trouble and was

about t o tell her husband to go look for him, but the door leading into the private room was suddenly

kicked open with a startling bang.