Transmigrated To A Beastworld As The Lazy Wife Of The Fox Lord

Elias beat Chase to the answer. "The Mercer’s."

Many sighs of relief went around. Phones went back into pockets and comms were put on silent mode again.

"Oh thank the fox god it’s not anyone I know." Grace-lyn said softly. "Nothing is worse than poverty. Having no money is the worst." Her eyes widened with a realization. In a sound that could not be described other than calling it dismay, she turned to Lord Chase. "Papa, you lost money, which means I lost money!"

Chase rubbed the tip of his nose. "The thirty million is not even 2% of my wealth or that of my ancestors. It’s not the money I have a problem with, its the stupidity. Business decisions should not be based on what happens in bedrooms. I should have known better than to invest when the person in charge of their finances was changed to a former stripper."

Elias shook his head. "They will probably be reaching out to me to bail them out. Bankruptcy among nobles is a stain worse than divorce in the royal family."

Sienna raised her brows curiously. Bankruptcy was a stain! It was juts money, and money could be made back at anytime. But in the world they lived in, things were complicated. The Mercer children would be mocked going forward. The Mercer women would be too afraid to be seen in public. The family would be treated like criminals.

Lady Cadelaria sniffed. "I always said the Mercers were reckless. It shows in how they have raised their young ones. Eli and Ali, stay away from them."

The children did not respond, but Sienna said to herself, and so it begins. How many more noble men women are giving this exact order to their children?

Her thoughts proved right as a couple walked by their group. The woman said to the man, "Dilish Mercer is calling. Aaargh! Can’t they just disappear quietly? If she calls you, don’t pick and don’t give them any money. Call the governess too and tell her to cancel the playdate Briana had with Callie Mercer."

Sienna sighed. "I will probably be processing a lot of divorces connected to the Mercers before the office closes for the winter holiday."

Loss of inheritances tended to do that to couples who married for financial interests.

They resumed their tour, moving on rather quickly from the financial scandal which was not related to them. With the exception of Chase, who also seemed unbothered.

The professor smiled. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said, voice rising with renewed hope, "we are here to learn about aquatic life, not dissect the financial failures of nobility. We are near the white crab lake. It’s not really a lake, more of a pond." He gestured wildly, urging them to follow him as he moved forward.

But the family barely glanced at his heels as Ali raised a question.

"Papa, is the poor family Nelly Mercer’s family?"

The professor broke his pointer. "Why, why, why?" he muttered. Why couldn’t this family focus? White crabs were rare creatures found only in this park. Thousands of people flew from far to get a look at them. This family was not even glancing in their direction!

It was Sienna that replied to Ali. "Yes. When you see Nelly again, share some of your food with her."

Ali blinked a few times, like a robot on freeze, being hacked. Her mind was not processing the suggestion. Then, she replied with an unexpected question. "Mama, can we eat white crabs for dinner?"

Elias and others burst into laughter.

The professor turned around and looked at the little girl with disbelief. So far, she seemed to be breaking the aquatic life into two categories: edible and inedible. "Miss, white crabs are rare and precious. You can’t eat them."

"Of course we can eat them." Sienna jumped in. "I am sure the park can spare a few for a reasonable donation."

Ali clapped her hands. "Yay. Mama, let’s eat the pink fat fish too."

The professor gasped. The pink fat fish was a dolphin! Another rare species. Was this little girl born to eat all the endangered species in the world? "Miss," he said stiffly, "your appetite is a danger to every living creature."

The adults laughed. Ali looked on with innocence, as if eating everything that breathed was natural.

As they entered the grand dome of the sea world which connected to the sea, the professor raised his voice louder than before. He was determined to be heard. "The whales we keep here cannot be eaten." He shot Ali a suspicious look. "Yes, they are big in size, but that’s because they have lived for more than two hundred years."

Ali seemed to take his words as a jealous. "We don’t have to eat the whole whale, just a little bit. Two hundred years means it has been fermenting for so long. Mama said some fermented foods taste better than fresh ones."

The professor was speechless for a moment. "How does your mind work?"

Ali stretched her hands to touch the glass and the professor howled ’no’ very loudly. He even put himself between her and the glass, as if she could melt through it, and take a bite of one of the whales.

Elias took Eli from Sienna’s arms. "Are you tired?" he asked. His free arm went around her shoulder.

She smirked. "Of watching Ali make a grown man sweat with worry over what she wants to eat next. No, I am not tired."

He laughed softly. "At least the professor is persistent. Most men would have fled by now."

Sienna whispered. "He will run soon. In Ali’s eyes, there is only food. In her world, everything is split into things you can eat and things that don’t taste good." She sighed. "It’s a good thing we hired that food specialist."

A whale drifted through the water like a living mountain and breached. Everyone was fascinated, that gasps fell from from their lips.

For a few seconds, the professor dared to hope, until he heard Ali’s next words.

"Things that fly taste the best." The little one declared.