I Became A Billionaire Overnight

Chapter 125

The McCarthy mansion was shrouded in silence the next morning.

Mr. McCarthy sat stiffly in the armchair at the far end of the living room, his shoulders hunched, his fingers drumming endlessly against the armrest. His suit jacket was open, his tie loose, his face pale but burning with suppressed rage. He looked like a man who had aged ten years overnight.

Mrs. McCarthy sat across from him on the sofa, her hands wrung tightly in her lap, her eyes puffy from a sleepless night. She hadn’t spoken much since morning, and every time her husband’s pacing footsteps echoed in the room, her body flinched slightly.

Above them, in the quiet of her room, Elizabeth sulked like a wounded animal. She had locked herself in since dawn, refusing food, refusing comfort, and most of all refusing to face anyone.

Finally, after another turn across the room, Mr. McCarthy said in a voice filled with anger.

“This cannot go on. Do you hear me? It cannot!” he thundered, pointing toward the ceiling as though gest