Chapter 4132

**Married At First Sight Chapter 4132**

“Take these leftovers with you and heat them up for dinner. If you don’t want them, feel free to toss them after you leave. But please don’t waste the wine—you both drank from it, and none of us touched it. Trust me, this is top-shelf stuff. In your countryside, even if you had the money, you wouldn’t be able to buy the genuine article. If you did, it would likely be a counterfeit.” Shiloh’s eldest brother took the leftovers and the half-finished bottle of wine from Noel. That wine was no joke. Even if Noel hadn’t offered it, he would have asked for it himself. He had never tasted anything this smooth in his life.

Marco checked the time before addressing them. “Whenever you’re ready, you can leave. We still have work to do at the company.” He then signaled for his younger brothers to carry the two suitcases outside. Walking side by side with Shiloh’s brothers, he spoke in a calm tone.

“Shiloh may not have been our biological sister, but she grew up in our family. Until she turned twenty-five, we had no idea she wasn’t actually related to us. We always treated her as one of our own. Losing her… it hurts. We understand you’re struggling, and as her family, you’ve come to us for help. We won’t turn you away. But things aren’t like they used to be—we don’t earn as much now, so we can’t do as much for you as we could before.

Take these two suitcases of clothes. Keep what fits and sell the rest. Many of them are brand names and barely worn. Even secondhand, they’ll fetch a good price.” In their minds, clothes were just clothes. They weren’t dead, and country folk didn’t need to be superstitious about secondhand items. Selling them was simply another way to make money. Shiloh’s brother suppressed his irritation but went along with it. “We…

They understood that circumstances had changed for you. We appreciate any contribution you can make. Thank you for all these clothes; we will sell what we can. They ensured their voices were loud enough for Marco’s household staff to overhear, aiming to convince the nanny that they were there seeking a loan. Given Marco’s previous deep attachment to Shiloh—perhaps even more than was appropriate for a brother—his willingness to assist her family would seem reasonable. Meanwhile, Noel loaded the suitcases into the trunk of their car. Shiloh’s two brothers climbed into Marco’s vehicle, and soon, three cars exited his small villa, en route to the estate’s gated entrance. A few minutes later, they arrived at the gate. Marco unlocked the doors, allowing Shiloh’s brothers to step out. He followed, retrieving the two suitcases from the trunk and handing them over. The eldest brother grasped a large bag of leftovers. Marco took out all the cash from his wallet and handed it over. Noel and Sage did the same, willingly emptying their wallets. “Shiloh’s eldest brother,” Marco said in a neutral tone, “the clothes in these suitcases are items we no longer need. You’re about the same size as us, so they should fit. And here—take this cash as well.”