Natalie's POV.
"Frank, you need to tell me how much you gave my mother," I asked my husband as he carried me upstairs in his arms, climbing the flight of stairs.
"It's just 1 million dollars. I don't want her to bother you about the said chief again," Franklin said as we arrived at my bedroom door, and I helped him unlock it.
I pouted my pink lips, not happy, but I felt better knowing Franklin had paid my mother off. "Don't you think she will return to ask for more money?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so. Even if she does, I will still give her more money. I just want to make up for all those years I was hostile to you," Franklin said as he dropped me on the bed and climbed onto it. He towered above me, and I replied, "Okay."
"So when are we packing our boxes?" I asked, and he smiled.
