The Evans Family's Regret

Grandma Evans never imagined fireworks would be so expensive. She thought they would cost at most one copper coin each, and her jaw dropped in surprise.

Lila Green, who’s seen the world, knew the price of fireworks. Even the wealthy Zhang and Green families in Greenfield City wouldn’t splurge like this—setting off a hundred fireworks in one go.

Looks like the Evans Manor is truly loaded—overflowing with wealth.

Lila’s comment made Evans Family’s eldest son, David Evans, freeze just as he was about to light the firecrackers. The Evans Family’s fields had already been given to Savory House to pay off debts. Savory House didn’t even value their rundown houses, so the Evans Family barely managed to keep their home.

He had gritted his teeth and spent a coin to buy a string of firecrackers, hoping to set them off and ward off bad luck. But compared to the fireworks at Evans Manor, his firecrackers suddenly seemed pitiful and laughable.

Arthur Evans strode out with a dark expression, glaring at the fireworks in the sky and gritting his teeth. “How could Evans Manor afford so many fireworks? That wretch doesn’t deserve it!”

Lila Green scoffed. “Husband, have you still not noticed how rich Evans Manor is? Think about that vegetarian feast we had at Savory House—the waiter said winter vegetables are rare and pricier than delicacies. And Evans Manor has over a thousand acres of vegetable fields and a hundred acres of mushroom land. She’s not growing veggies—she’s growing silver!”

Arthur Evans, a scholar, usually disdained money matters, considering them beneath his dignity. But after Lila’s pointed reminder, he finally started to realize.

Evans Manor isn’t just rich now—it’s filthy rich!

Now every member of the Evans Family realized just how wealthy Evans Manor was. And Lily Evans’s fortune was like a snowball—rolling bigger and bigger by the day.