He truly had no ill intentions towards his future sister-in-law; at first, he was quite amazed, but once she was claimed by Kay, Leo had suppressed his feelings.
He cautiously said, “Isn’t your sister-in-law going to Capital for university next year?”
“Brother, just endure for another half a year.”
No, Capital wasn’t entirely peaceful; there was a suspected “first love” of Whitaker Scarlett named Walter Janson. Cough, Leo almost choked on his own saliva.
Would he use Uncle Zephyr’s connections to get William out, and then also use Uncle Zephyr’s connections to help Kay cut off the rival’s advances? That would be making a mountain out of a molehill; if it got back to Capital, people would definitely laugh at him.
To avoid being laughed at, Leo used all his sincerity to say:
“Your sister-in-law won’t look at anyone else.”
Of course, Scarlett had said she liked him, which made Kay’s heart feel a bit more at ease.
…
Whitaker Scarlett returned home with the takeout, the food still steaming.
Elizabeth had never eaten such food and couldn’t believe it could sell for 20 dollars a dish. Whitaker Scarlett said she specially brought it for her, so she obediently ate it; the taste was excellent.
“It’s delicious; Scarlett, you eat too.”
“I’ve eaten at the restaurant; Mom, you eat more; this thing is nutritious.”
Elizabeth was still too thin.
Running around every day didn’t give her a chance to get fairer. However, her eyes were more spirited now, different from the puppet-like country woman Whitaker Scarlett had “awoken” from before. A soul had been infused into a walking corpse, and Elizabeth had hope for the future.
She tentatively asked about Whitaker Scarlett and Kay, and Whitaker Scarlett readily admitted:
“I think he’s a good person; let’s just date for now; we don’t have to see each other every day; it won’t delay anything.”
“Kay drives big trucks?”
“He’s a soldier, currently on leave.”
He’s a soldier; being a military wife means either living apart or following the military. Elizabeth suddenly thought far ahead.
In Elizabeth’s view, dating was always aimed at marriage. The honest and simple-minded her had never considered that there were people like her daughter who were so uncommitted; love and marriage couldn’t be equated, Whitaker Scarlett just wanted to date Kay!
“Being a military wife is pretty good, very good…”
Kay was young, and Elizabeth didn’t dare to think he was some high-ranking officer; she firmly believed he was an ordinary soldier.
An ordinary soldier, even if from Capital, and good-looking; what was there that her Scarlett couldn’t match? Scarlett was also beautiful, very capable, and she would even go to university. Elizabeth had no concept of loving the rich and hating the poor; in a marriage, both partners worked hard together, and it didn’t matter who earned the money.
As long as Kay didn’t mind Scarlett’s past reputation.
Elizabeth felt a bit scared, but then relieved; they had moved to the business city, and not many people knew about the past.
Thank goodness for the divorce from Chris!
Thank goodness for moving!
These two things were simply the right decisions, and Elizabeth couldn’t hide her joy.
“Your uncle seems to disagree with you and Kay; if he says something to you, just listen obediently; your uncle treats you very well…”
Elizabeth chattered on, and Whitaker Scarlett wasn’t impatient at all. She found Elizabeth a task, asking her to count the money in her wallet.
How could money be so easy to earn?
One trip to Sablewick , and the money doubled.
From 900 to 1800, then from 1800 to over 3000?
Elizabeth counted the money, her eyes wide. Another trip to Sablewick , wouldn’t it become over 7000?
Whitaker Scarlett shook her head, “I can only carry so much merchandise, it’s impossible to bring in too much at once.”
Although Harborfield had a large population, the scale of her stall was limited. Not every piece of clothing sold today, people’s purchasing power in 1983 was limited; the more goods she brought in, the longer it took to sell them.
Before she had a fixed shop, Whitaker Scarlett wasn’t planning on bringing in too much merchandise. Even if she had sufficient capital, she had set a limit of no more than 2000 dollars per order.
“Mom, selling oil residue is too tiring, why don’t you stop doing it?”
She earned more than 20 dollars from a single woolen coat, but Elizabeth, hauling 300 kg of oil residue, only earned about 20 dollars. She had to go to the oil mill twice a day to earn the same as the profit from one woolen coat.
Elizabeth was already earning quite a lot. Selling several hundred kg of oil residue a day, braving rain and other bad weather, she earned six or seven hundred dollars a month.
