Zeke Prescott smiled and reached out to gently pat her shoulder.
"You raised me since I was a kid. In my heart, you've long been my real mom. When you smile, I feel at ease."
Lynn Shea couldn't help but lift the corners of her mouth, her heart filled with warmth.
She looked at the young man before her, her eyes full of affection and comfort.
Zeke Prescott had always been sensible and obedient since childhood, never making her worry like other people's kids.
The two of them chatted for quite a while. The tea went cold, and outside, dusk quietly settled in.
In the living room, only a warm yellow floor lamp was lit, the light casting people's silhouettes in a soft glow.
In this quiet atmosphere, Zeke Prescott finally spoke slowly.
"Auntie, I'm a bit tight on cash lately... could you lend me some money first?"
"How much?"
Lynn Shea didn't answer right away.
"Five million."
Lynn Shea was stunned; she nearly lost her grip on her teacup.
Five million?
That's no small sum.
