My Perfect Marriage Was His Perfect Crime novel Chapter 57

Frowning, I acted as if I was troubled. "I don't have that much money. But my father should have some."

I helped him up, comforting him. "I'll take you to see my dad. He should be able to sort it out."

When Zack heard this, he sighed with relief.

He reached out as if to hug me, but I dodged it.

His expression darkened, and he looked dejected. "Wife, are you mad at me?"

I smiled at him, holding back my disgust. "How could I be? It's just that I'm afraid of you in this condition."

He glanced at himself, embarrassed, and rubbed his hands together apologetically. "Sorry, wife."

I gave him a loving look.

Half an hour later, we began our journey back home.

When we got home, Zack stared wide-eyed at our large villa.

He swallowed hard and asked in surprise, "Wife, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

I lowered my head and spoke in a deep voice, "I wanted to tell you after we got married, but... you..."

Zack understood what I meant. His face instantly filled with concern.

"I'm sorry, wife. I'll treat you better in the future."

I nodded and said nothing, leading him into the living room on the first floor.

As we passed the door, I purposely tugged on Zack's sleeve.

He stumbled a little from the sudden pull, almost falling. I quickly steadied him.

I pointed to a delicate small vase next to the lamp by the door and said seriously,

"Make sure you don't touch this. Do you understand? This vase is worth 300,000. If you break it by accident, it'll be a huge problem."

Zack's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly nodded and promised to be extra careful. He assured me he wouldn't touch the precious vase.

Seeing that he understood, I relaxed and smiled at him. "You sit here for now. I'll go talk to my dad and see what he says."

Zack obediently sat down, his posture stiff and formal, hands neatly placed on his knees, waiting patiently.

Half an hour later, I walked down the stairs looking a little upset.

"Zack, my dad says he needs to observe you for a while before deciding whether or not to help."

Zack asked nervously, "How long?"

I held up one finger. "About a month."

As I spoke, I kept my eyes on him. He furrowed his brow for a moment, then seemed to have an idea. He looked darkly at the vase.

"Zack, I'll go talk to my dad again."