Mommy，We Got a Husband
Chapter 259 Deliberate Humiliation

Since returning from the entertainment center, Cormac appeared to be out of sorts, working only ten hours a day when he desired fifteen and returning late at night.

After returning, Cormac was so exhausted that he collapsed on the couch and fell asleep, with no time to think about anything else. It was as if he were a spinning top that never stopped, except when he was sleeping. Aurora now felt particularly guilty. She deeply regretted dragging Cormac to the entertainment center. If they hadn't gone, Cormac wouldn't be so unhappy.

"Aurora," Cormac said one morning after making breakfast for her, "now that you're on break, I still hope you can learn some skills. Self-study is definitely not the same as being taught by a teacher. Don't think about getting a part-time job; you're still young and don't need to."

Aurora would've refused before, insisting on a part-time job, but she knew Cormac was moody now and didn't want to upset him.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, Uncle," Aurora thought for a moment. "Then I'll learn to paint. I quite like painting."

"Good, and add swimming to that," Cormac said. "Swimming is a necessary survival skill nowadays, and you can't learn it at school."

"But if I learn both painting and swimming, it will cost a lot of money," Aurora said, feeling really reluctant. "I don't want you to be so tired."

Hearing this, Cormac felt it was all worth it, but he still affectionately ruffled her hair and said, "Don't worry about the money. As long as you learn well, it's worth it."

Aurora thought for a moment and finally nodded, then promised Cormac, "Don't worry, I'll study hard."

"I believe in you," Cormac said. "Alright, be good and stay home today. I'm going to work."

"Please come back earlier. My dad got sick from working too hard, and I don't want you to end up like that. Can you come back before dinner? I'll make dinner and wait for you," Aurora said.

How could Cormac refuse when Aurora said that? He smiled and said, "Okay, I'll be back by dinner time."

Cormac went to the dock to unload goods as usual. Since Aurora needed money for swimming and painting lessons, he had to work more during the day if he wanted to come back early in the evening. "Cormac," the supervisor called out to him just then, walking over. Cormac stopped his work.

"Cormac, you're in luck. A good opportunity has come your way."

Hearing this, Cormac laughed and mocked himself. "Don't tease me. What good opportunity could come my way? I don't have time to joke around; I need to get back to work."

Cormac was about to leave, but the supervisor quickly grabbed him and said seriously, "I'm not kidding. A wealthy man needs a temporary driver because his regular driver had an emergency. He asked for a young, good-looking one. Look around the dock; it's full of rough-looking guys. But you, with a suit and tie, and you look decent. There's no one else but you."

"A wealthy man needs a driver, and there's no backup driver? They have to find one at the dock? Don't pull my leg." Cormac had been wealthy before; how could something like this happen?

"The wealthy man is from out of town and just arrived in Arizona. He only brought one driver and said today's matter is very important, requiring a particularly impressive driver. It's $3,000 for one day. If you don't want it, I'll find someone else," the supervisor said.

"$3,000 for one day as a driver? Money doesn't come that easy." Cormac still didn't believe it.

"I told you, he's wealthy. You think $3,000 is a lot, but to him, it's nothing. Haven't you heard of 'fools with money'?" the supervisor explained.

Fools with money?

If the supervisor hadn't said that, Cormac might still not believe it. But now, it seemed a bit more credible.

Wasn't he a fool with money before? What was $3,000 to him back then?

"Is it really $3,000?" Cormac asked. If it was that much, he could do it, because Aurora needed money for her lessons.

"Absolutely, $3,000," the supervisor replied.

"Alright, I'll take the job. But if I don't get $3,000 after a day's work and waste a day's wages, I'll come to you," Cormac said.

"Don't worry, if you don't earn $3,000, I'll pay you today's wages," the supervisor assured him.

Cormac agreed. He put on his long-unused suit and tie. The middleman gave him the car keys, and he got into the car, which was a Bentley. Indeed, it was a wealthy man. "Go to the Lulan Hotel to pick up the boss. He'll tell you where to go next," the middleman told Cormac.

"Okay," Cormac replied and drove to the Lulan Hotel.

After Cormac left, Richard received a call. "Richard, it's done."

"Good job. I'll have my assistant send you the fee," Richard replied.

"Thank you, Richard," the middleman said.

After hanging up, Richard sneered. "The so-called rich heir fooled for just $3,000. How could he, someone so desperate for money not have ulterior motives towards Rowena?" Cormac had already parked at the Lulan Hotel entrance. Richard's assistant came over and instructed Cormac, "The boss and his wife are coming down soon. Be sharp." "Okay," Cormac replied.

The assistant respectfully opened the back door. Cormac looked towards the hotel entrance, and when he saw who was coming out, he felt like he had been struck by lightning. Rowena, holding Richard's arm, walked out of the hotel. Seeing them, Cormac really wanted to run, but it was too late.

Richard aided Rowena into the car as Cormac quickly looked down. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, wishing he could vanish.

"Isn't this Rowena's senior, Cormac?" Richard said loudly on purpose after getting in the car. "My driver had an emergency today, and my assistant knew someone at the dock who found me a temporary driver. How could it be Rowena's senior, Cormac? What a surprise!"

Hearing this, Rowena was also shocked. When she saw it was really Cormac, her heart ached.

How could Cormac be here? Wasn't he a rich heir? What dock, and what temporary driver?