Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen ( Mia Bowen ) novel Chapter 526

Mia spoke nonchalantly, "How do you want me to help?"

Regina remarked, "This dress of mine isn't expensive, just 5,000 dollars."

"Mia, given your wealth, you surely won't be short of this amount, right? This woman's audacity to look down on us is astonishing. What's 5,000 dollars for a dress? The one you're wearing is far more luxurious."

Mia was momentarily speechless. "She didn't look down on me; she simply looked down on you."

Karen's expression tensed. "But aren't we family?"

"I only regard Patricia as my family," Mia replied, her tone cold.

Casting a glance at Patricia, Mia suggested, "Why don't you head to the restroom? I'll wait for you outside."

"Patricia! You can't simply ignore me. If you don't help me, I'll end up getting arrested today. You need to help me cover the compensation."

With tears in her eyes, Edna grabbed Patricia's hand, pleading, "Patricia, when you weren't around, it was Karen who looked after me. Can you bear to see her like this?"

Mia couldn't stand to witness the situation unfolding any longer; she had foreseen this outcome.

Nonetheless, seeing Patricia so joyful was a rare occurrence; Mia was determined to prevent the situation from escalating any further.

Turning to Karen, she offered, "I can help."

"Oh Mia, I knew you would lend a hand. After all, this amount of money is insignificant to you, not even a fraction of your monthly allowance. Please, show me some kindness, Mia?"

Mia smirked. "Of course, but let's put it in writing."

"A written agreement?"

"Yes, since I'm lending you this money, it's only fair to have a written agreement."

Mia reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen; she had been preparing for exams recently, so her bag was well-stocked with these items.

Edna's expression soured. "Mia, with all your wealth, can't you just help us without all the formalities?"

"The last time I tried to make a payment with my phone, I almost fell victim to a scam. That's why I'm reluctant to keep so much money with me," she explained.

"Patricia, why don't you ask Mia to return the money? It's much safer to have it in your own hands."

Karen couldn't help but roll her eyes, her mind already scheming about how to spend the money once it was in her possession.

Mia smirked. "Sure. The money can be withdrawn, but we need to have a written loan agreement."

With a troubled expression, Patricia stuttered, "Um, um, I really need to use the restroom."

Unable to make up her mind, she quickly retreated into the bathroom.

Mia waved the pen and paper in her hand. "If you want to avoid ending up in jail, then write the loan agreement," she demanded.

Certainly, Mia had no tolerance for freeloaders who constantly begged for handouts.