Last Descendant Of Money

Three.

"Mother," Patricia cried out.

It was for the sixth time since the day began.

Edgar smirked. He was just starting. When he would be done, she would lose the voice to cry out.

Angela ran to her daughter in the sitting room and Edgar watched them from the dining room.

"What again? Don't tell me there's another problem."

"There's a huge problem. My business is no longer mine." Patricia broke down in tears. "More than half of my branches all over the country have been burnt down."

Angela shrieked in anguish. "I'm doomed. My haters have won."

Today was the worst day for Patricia. It started with a call out on social media by a customer. Then, it escalated to a high-profile lawsuit. Before afternoon, more than half of the company's shareholders had sold their shares. Afterward, more phone calls came. Each phone call was to tell bad news.

"What have I done wrong?" Patricia lamented. The new news was the last straw she could take. Any more bad news and she might die.

Edgar watched as mother and daughter lamented. They deserved more than what had befallen them.

"Tsk! Tsk! Why are these two witches crying?" Edgar muttered to himself. "It's not like everything that was snatched from them belonged to them in the first place. I don't blame them though, it's better to not have at all than have, and then it's snatched from him." Edgar shrugged. "At least they got to know what it feels like to have money. They wouldn't have had that opportunity if he had not come into their lives."

Edgar smiled in satisfaction as he watched as mother and daughter lamented. They had wronged the wrong person.

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"Patricia's business is suffering. What have you done to help?"

Edgar looked at the frowning face of Angela blankly. He had done a lot to help initially, what was the result?

"Why should I help when I made this?" Edgar muttered to himself.

"What did you say?" Asking to know if she had heard right.

"What did I say?" Edgar asked back.

"Mom, this overgrown baby is a big fool. Let's not make him waste my time. I have something important to do."

"We would cut to the chase. You're useless. Like we don't need you for anything and you've proven to be not interested in helping at all. The only thing you are interested in is to be parasitic. We don't need a parasite in our lives."

"To summarize what my mom was saying," Patricia continued. "I want a divorce. I want you to sign the divorce papers I prepaid and get the hell out of my life."

Edgar smiled.

"Just take a look at the clown." Angela sneered. "He thinks we're joking. Stupid man."

"Why are you smiling, huh?" Patricia asked, sneering at Edgar.

"You want to get a divorce to get a rich man that can help your business. Do you want to know a secret? It won't work."

"Get the hell out of my daughter's house," Angela thundered.

"Don't trouble yourself because of this fool, Mom. He said that because he knew he was going to leave anyway. He is in pain. So don't stress yourself." Patricia turned to Edgar. She lifted the papers she was holding for Edgar to see it.

"Those are the papers. Sign them and leave my house."

Edgar took the papers from her hands.

"You can only solve a problem if you know the root of it," Edgar said, as he looked through the papers. "Problem is when you are ignorant of the root of your problems. How would you solve your problem if you don't know the cause? You might pick a guess, but what if it worsens the case?" Edgar laughed, while Angela and Patricia glanced at each other and shook their heads.

"How did I agree to marry someone this stupid?"

"Oh, you've forgotten. I see." Edgar smirked. "You were humble then. Truly, money brings out the worst in people. I've realized that some people seem humble because they haven't seen money. Give a man money and watch his true colors reveal itself."

Edgar stretched out his hand towards Patricia to give her back the papers. "It's signed. What else do you want me to do before I leave?"

Angela scoffed. "What can you do?"

"Much more than you can ever imagine, but since you don't want my help, I'd take my leave."

"Leave," Patricia said sternly.

Without arguing, Edgar turned his back to leave, leaving a shocked expression on both mother and daughter's faces.

Edgar paused when he almost got to the door.

Angela and Patricia glanced at each other and smirked.

"Are you already finding outside cold before getting there?" Patricia asked mockingly.

"He won't survive. He lived a luxurious life here. A life he would never get till he dies. What would he do if he was thrown to the streets?"

"Does Julian know about this?" Edgar asked. Patricia had given birth to Julian even before he knew Patricia, but he saw Julian as his biological daughter.

"Are you looking for an excuse to stay back?" Patricia asked, sneering.

"Julian would be disheartened if she came back home only to realize that I had left. She would think I abandoned her."

"He is looking for an excuse to stay back," Angela scoffed.

"Why should she feel that way for a stranger? Who is she to you? You're nobody to her, so I won't let her feel that way because she shouldn't in the first place."

Edgar's face fell. He cared for Juliana and he knew she did too. She would be disheartened if she found out that he had left and so he was too.

"Can I-" Edgar paused. He could see Julian without Patricia's help anyway. And, she was not good enough as a mother for him to take permission from.

"Stop looking for a way to remain in this house, just get your broke ass out of here."

"I don't need you. It's the reverse." Edgar said with a smirk. The smirk widened into a smile and he placed his hand in salute. "Adios."

He turned back to the door and continued walking.

Sending him away was the worst thing Patricia and Angela would ever do in their lives.

He just had to find a way of making Julian immune to the disaster he was to rain down on his ex-wife and his ex mother-in-law.