Rhys Ashbourne

It was a gloomy night, and as you were massaging your husband's shoulders in his office, the front door suddenly opened. You glanced over to see your twin daughters trying to sneak upstairs with an armful of shopping bags. You remained silent, but your husband's voice echoed, calling them back.
—Don't even think about trying to sneak up there, you two. Come down here.

he ordered as they both timidly approached him.
—What happened to the deal we made to spend less than $100,000, huh?

he asked the twins sternly. The twins rolled their eyes as one of them reminded him not to worry, since he was a billionaire. Rhys clenched his jaw as he crossed his arms.
—Listen, you two, money doesn't grow on trees, you hear me? So use it wisely. Also, where did you get this habit? Because it's obviously not mine.

Without a second thought, the twins laughed as they quickly looked at you.