Preston was also amused by her husband's sudden, forceful gesture.
"That's more like it. Arabella, hurry up and take it. There are very, very few people in all of Imperia who can get the better of your grand-uncle, and you're probably the first one to make him willingly hand over his bank card."
"The second, the second," Dennis Donovan said with a chuckle, seizing the chance to profess his love for his wife. "The first was you."
Arabella Donovan was speechless. 'Another dose of PDA,' she thought.
Preston was also at a loss for words. 'This shameless old man!'
"It's alright, Grandpa, I have my own money."
In the few months since she'd returned to the Donovan family, on top of her regular allowance, her parents and older siblings were always looking for excuses to deposit money into her account. Plus, after she had done readings for Zane Lynch's company, the Yates family, and the Kerr mother and son, they had all paid her a hefty thank-you fee.
