Chapter 142: Chapter 142

Shirley Turner listened to my words, her face changing dramatically, her entire face trembling: "Lily Miller! You’re pushing us too far! Your dad is already , how can he kneel and kowtow! You’re demanding his life!"

"Then you replace him! Accompany him, and you both can kneel for just fifteen minutes." I said lightly.

Jason Miller was so angry that he pointed at me, wanting to speak but too furious to utter a sound.

"Snake, such a venomous heart... the most vicious is the heart of a woman—" After a while, he struggled to spit out a few words.

My expression remained calm as hatred surged in my heart, and I spoke coldly: "No matter how vicious I am, it’s nothing compared to you. If you hadn’t eaten up and taken over my grandparents’ business, could you have achieved your prosperity?"

"You took a fancy to my mother’s family background, sweet-talked her into your hands, but you never loved her from beginning to end! You and this woman conspired to deceive my mother, forced her to divorce, drove my grandparents into a corner; when my grandfather fell ill and was admitted to the hospital because of your anger, did they even have money for treatment? Did you feel any softness in your heart back then?"

"When my mother was driven to cancer by you, unable to afford treatment and could only wait to die, did you ever recall your former marital affections? No! Back then you were even glad! Your good days as a family of four were bought at the cost of stepping on the corpses of my mother and grandfather! You have no conscience, you committed evil first, and now what right do you have to accuse me?"

No sooner had I finished, Shirley Turner argued cunningly: "You’re talking nonsense! Where’s your evidence? Show your evidence!"

I snorted coldly, raising my hand to point at Mason Miller: "Isn’t your son the evidence? He’s just two years younger than me." The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the N()velFire.net

Mason Miller continued playing his mobile game, engrossed, turning a deaf ear.

Shirley Turner, being in the wrong, glared at me speechless, having no choice but to vent her anger on her son—suddenly stepping forward and kicking Mason Miller.

"Stop playing! Your dad and mom are being bullied to death, and you stand there like an idiot! A waste of raising you so big!" Shirley Turner seethed with hatred, scolding with a choked voice.

Mason Miller staggered, but after stabilizing himself retorted defiantly: "What can I do then? Kill her or fight her? If the police arrest me again, can you and dad have a way to get me out again?"

"You... are truly useless!" Shirley Turner, incensed, was almost ready to spit blood.

I stood aside, enjoying the spectacle, and for the first time noticed that this brother had a rather unusual mind.

You’d call him stupid, but he was very clear-headed at critical times.

You’d call him smart, but indeed some things he did were even worse than a fool.

This too is retribution.

Having an affair during marriage and giving birth to a pair of children, the daughter died of illness, and the son was a scoundrel.

Even if the company didn’t go bankrupt, the latter years of their life wouldn’t be peaceful.

Glancing at the time on my wrist, I reminded them: "It’s already noon, hurry up and decide whether or not you want me to cover medical expenses."

Shirley Turner turned back and glared at me.

I continued: "I’ll give you ten minutes to think it over, disagree and I’ll leave, agree and quickly kneel, kowtow, and apologize to repent."

Jason Miller roared: "Lily Miller! I am your father! Doing this will bring divine retribution upon you!"

I smiled, "Then when divine retribution strikes, I’ll stand a bit closer to you."

"..." Once again, Jason Miller was speechless with rage.

The driver nearby had been watching for a while, and at this moment helped persuade them: "Brother, sister, from what I hear, you are indeed at fault, so it’s only right to kowtow and apologize. It’s midday, it’s blazing hot, let’s not dawdle."

Indeed the sun was high today, chilly in the morning but now with direct sunlight it felt scorching.

I stepped back, standing under a tree shade, and glanced at the time again: "Five minutes left."

As I finished speaking, Shirley Turner hesitated repeatedly, took a step and squatted beside Jason Miller, asking softly: "What now? I simply can’t come up with the money for your treatment, this little brat..."

Jason Miller gritted his teeth, clenching a fist, and couldn’t help but pound the ground in frustration: "Shouldn’t have raised this little brat at all! Ingrate!"

"Think quickly on what to do... do we really have to kneel to them?"

Shirley Turner’s eyes turned red, pathetically glancing at my mother’s and grandfather’s gravestones, her eyes shining with anger.

Jason Miller said nothing, his hand pounding the ground, clenching withered yellow grass, visibly trembling, clearly struggling inside.

"One minute left." I reminded for the last time, changing my stance.

Suddenly, Shirley Turner looked back at me, "Wait!"

She thought I was about to leave, hurriedly called out, then turned back to look at Jason Miller, tugging on his arm: "Mr. Miller... why not just compromise, after all, staying alive is what’s important. They’re dead, so just kneel, it’s no disgrace."

Jason Miller turned back glaring at her, bloodshot eyes, "Wasn’t it your stupidity! If you hadn’t agreed to let Sophie Miller marry Adrian Gordon back then, would this have happened?"

He thought it was because Sophie Miller had taken my husband, causing this entire tragedy.

I coldly sneered inside.

That’s just the trigger; my hatred for them had accumulated over a decade.

"How is that my fault? If Adrian Gordon wasn’t willing, Sophie Miller’s one-sided affection wouldn’t have mattered! I just felt sorry for her, as her mother..." Mentioning the deceased Sophie Miller, Shirley Turner immediately cried.

"By the way, have you contacted the Gordon Family? With so many years of friendship, could Adrian Gordon just ignore my death or survival?" Jason Miller’s face changed as he suddenly thought of the Gordon Family.

Shirley Turner stopped her tears, cursing: "The Gordons are no good either! I went twice and couldn’t even meet them!"

The hope that had just surfaced on Jason Miller’s face faded again.

"Amanda Gordon had an incident, brought shame, and Adrian Gordon’s old disease relapsed, he’s still in treatment, his blood type is special, I figure it can’t be cured... probably for these reasons, Olivia Gray doesn’t even meet with me."

It was only upon hearing this that I realized the Miller Family and the Gordon Family had broken up.

I still remembered months ago, when Adrian Gordon was to marry Sophie Miller, the relationship between them was very close, and Shirley Turner treated Adrian better than her own son.

Now they were enemies too.

I was filled with satisfaction, ultimately, evil begets evil!

Time’s up, I called to the driver: "Let’s go."

Turning to leave, Shirley Turner called me again: "Lily Miller!"

"You’re neither agreeing nor letting me go, what exactly do you want?" I stopped, turning slightly impatiently asking.

Shirley Turner pulled Jason Miller again, looking at me saying: "We agree, your dad will kowtow and apologize, and you’ll treat his illness."

I smiled wider at the corners of my mouth, deliberately saying: "I haven’t heard my dad say he agrees."

I knew Jason Miller couldn’t swallow his pride, unwilling to state it outright, but I just wanted to force him to say it himself.

Shirley Turner turned around, nudged Jason Miller, urging: "Just say something! The more you delay, the worse it is for your health."

Initially, Jason Miller hung his head, silent, under Shirley Turner’s prodding twice, he got angry out of embarrassment, glaring fiercely at Shirley Turner, startling her.

Finally, he reluctantly opened his mouth: "I agree..."