Rescuing Bodhi from Love

I am Dorothy Crawford.

My son, whom I've carefully nurtured, fell head over heels for Charlee Harrison, the classic damsel in distress—a scholarship student with a chaotic past. After some digging, I found a father involved in gambling, a mentally unstable mother, a parasitic brother, and the wreckage of her family life. Quite the introduction.

I promptly contacted my old friend Alexandria Hudson overseas, imploring her to send her meticulously educated daughter back, hoping my wayward son would gain some perspective.

As expected, Bodhi nearly lost his mind at the news, threatening to disown me just to live a life of struggle with Charlee. Before my patience ran dry, Alexandria's daughter, Selah, flew in.

"Aunt Dorothy, I've arrived to assist!"

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"Half a million dollars—walk away from my son!"

Staring at the petite, frail girl before me, I was consumed with frustration. What was Bodhi thinking? Those art appreciation classes were evidently a waste.

Charlee glanced at the card on the table, dismissively. "Mrs. Crawford, I'm not with Bodhi for his money."

I bit back my irritation and retrieved another card. "Let's make it seven hundred thousand dollars!"

"Love isn't about money. Please don't belittle my feelings."

"A million dollars!"

Charlee jolted upright, her face flushed with anger. "Mrs. Crawford, are we stuck in the last century? You're still using such outdated methods?"

My patience was wearing thin. "Exactly! In today's stories, the heroines take the money and walk away triumphantly."

"I've offered a million—a million dollars! Most people don't make that much in a lifetime, do you get it?"

With fiery determination, Charlee stood her ground and looked away. "I understand we're poor, and I've never seen this much money, but Bodhi is worth far more than financial gain. He's extraordinary, deserving of genuine love."

Her resolute figure faded from view, and I was left massaging my throbbing temples.

Of course, it's not just about the money! Who becomes remarkable without effort and investment? As if I hadn't spent a fortune molding him into the person he is today.