I’ll Handle These Two Idiots Chapter 12

I’ll Handle These Two Idiots Chapter 12

“What did you just say?”

Tiffany exploded, grabbing Bruno’s arm.

“Honey, you’re the only heir. Your mother only has one son. What can they really do to you?”

Her words hit their mark.

He snatched his hand back, grabbed Tiffany, and turned to leave.

Aunt Isabella’s face went white. Her voice was ice.

“Bruno, if you walk out of here today, don’t ever come back.”

I watched them go, then turned to Aunt Isabella. “Don’t worry.”

“He’ll be back in less than a week, begging.”

Not even five days later, I got a text from Aunt Isabella.

“Blythe, Bruno’s home.”

In those five days, Aunt Isabella had canceled his cards and cut off every line of credit the family provided.

I had also messaged our mutual friends, telling them not to lend him any money.

At one point, a friend texted me that he’d seen Bruno at a high-end consignment shop in Manhattan.

He was trying to sell a collection of luxury watches, limited-edition sneakers, and designer bags.

I just laughed when I saw the message.

Bruno had always been a lavish spender. Selling off his toys wouldn’t keep him afloat for long.

Sure enough, in less than a week, he came crawling back.