Chapter 143: Chapter 143

"What?" I stood a bit far away, actually heard it, but pretended not to.

Jason Miller turned around to look at me, his eyes sharp and angry, "Lily Miller, enough is enough!"

"Big Brother, let’s go!" I called the driver again.

"Agree, we agree! Lily Miller, I will kneel down and apologize with your dad, will that work?" Shirley Turner shouted loudly, with no trace of arrogance.

I sighed, turned around: "If you had thought it through earlier, we’d be heading back to the city by now."

I started walking back, took out my phone, "Since you agree, let’s begin."

I walked to the tombstone, looking at the portraits of my mom and grandfather, feeling heavy-hearted: "Mom, Grandpa... Jason Miller and his wife have come to apologize to you. It’s my fault for being useless, taking so many years to make them apologize. May you find a bit of peace over there."

I turned on the video recording on my phone, pointing it at the two of them.

Shirley Turner hesitated for a long time, then slowly knelt down in front of the tombstone, helping Jason Miller to kneel as well.

Jason Miller kept his head tightly down, refusing to look at the tombstone.

"Bow, say you were wrong, apologize." I said coldly, at this moment, the hate in my heart surged but didn’t dissipate.

Shirley Turner and Jason Miller hesitated for a while, then both bent down to bow.

"You need to bow three times," I reminded.

They bowed three times, Jason Miller almost couldn’t straighten up, had to be pulled up by Shirley Turner.

I didn’t soften, reminded again, "If you don’t speak, even bowing is useless."

In the silence, Jason Miller’s hoarse and dejected voice came, "Emily Wallace, I’m sorry, I was wrong..."

I kept holding my phone recording them, and when I heard this apology, my nose stung, and tears couldn’t help but roll down.

Images of my mom’s last moments flashed through my mind, she was crying then, barely clinging to life, unable to utter words, but I knew, her heart was filled with great reluctance, regret, and concern for me.

I murmured in my heart, can you see? Your daughter has grown up, become capable, able to protect herself, able to protect Grandma, and even avenge you and Grandpa.

Unknowingly, tears blurred my vision.

When I came back to my senses, I saw Shirley Turner supporting Jason Miller, trying to get up.

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Shirley Turner looked back at me, suppressing her anger and argued, "We’ve knelt, bowed, and apologized—Lily Miller, your dad’s health can’t take it, if he kneels for more than ten minutes, he might die!"

"Evil survives for a thousand years, he won’t die that easily." I remained unmoved, the images of my mom’s death lingered before my eyes.

"After the way you’ve treated me all these years, I’m still willing to treat his illness, that’s already more than enough. If you’re not sincere in your apologies and repentance, then fend for yourselves!"

"..." Shirley Turner glared at me fiercely, finally let go, and Jason Miller knelt back down.

"Lily Miller, you’re ungrateful! Just wait, when I’m well—"

I spoke calmly, "If you threaten me , I won’t let you recover."

"Say no more!" Shirley Turner stopped him, glanced at me sideways and gritted her teeth, "She’s cut all ties, and has power behind her! The Gordon Family was almost ruined by her, how can we fight her... For the sake of your health, just endure it..."

Indeed, Shirley Turner still had some sense.

So they knelt together again.

When the time was up, Jason Miller was already shaky, Shirley Turner couldn’t even lift him, only angrily called their son: "Quick, carry your dad down the mountain to the hospital."

Mason Miller reached out and said, "How much are you paying?"

I couldn’t help it, bursting into laughter.

This son they raised might as well be a foe.

"Mason Miller, you bastard! Ungrateful son! He’s your father, and asking you to carry him when he’s sick requires payment? Why don’t you just die $%#*..." Shirley Turner fumed, berating her son fiercely.

I couldn’t be bothered to watch this farce any longer, turned around to head down the mountain, and forwarded the video I just recorded to Grandma and Auntie.

When I got back to the car, Auntie’s call came in.

"Lily, Jason Miller got out so quickly?"

"Yeah, he’s seriously ill, applied for medical parole. Shirley Turner wants me to pay for his treatment, so I let him come to the grave to bow and apologize to my mom and grandpa."

Auntie listened, then praised: "That beast finally got his comeuppance! If he hadn’t been so cruel, your mom and grandpa wouldn’t have passed away so early. Now he only has to bow and apologize, it’s really too easy on him!"

"It’s indeed too easy on him, but hereafter every month, as long as he wants me to pay for his medical expenses, he’ll have to come to the grave to bow and apologize."

Auntie was surprised, "You’re really planning to keep paying for his treatment?"

I started the car and drove off, nonchalantly saying, "There’s no choice, the law mandates that children must support their elders, as long as he lives, I can’t get rid of him—However, treatment depends on the funds, there’s expensive treatment and cheap treatment, how long he lives depends on his fate."

Auntie understood what I meant, sighed, "It’s hard for you, if you need any help, just tell Auntie."

I hung up the phone and let out a long breath, the grudge that had weighed on my heart for years finally loosened.

What goes around comes around, Jason Miller and Shirley Turner must have never imagined they’d have such a miserable day.

Sadly, my mom couldn’t see this moment with her own eyes.

As the car neared the city, I saw it was already two in the afternoon, hesitating whether to call Daniel Carter, worried he might be taking a nap.

To my surprise, as if telepathically, he called me instead.

"Lily, you’re still not busy? Or did you forget I’m waiting for your call?"

I was a bit stunned, "You’ve been waiting for my call all along?"

"Yeah, I was afraid I’d miss it again."

"..." His short sentence immediately made my heart soften with guilt.

With the Gordon Family, the Miller Family, and Jessica, I could be ruthless and decisive, but with this man, I always caved in with soft-hearted compromise.

After a moment of thought, I gently said, "I just got back to the city, was about to call you, worried you might be napping."

"No, without news from you, I can’t sleep." He sounded a bit more relaxed, then asked with concern, "Have you eaten?"

"Then I’ll join you for a meal."

Daniel Carter sent the address of a restaurant, I opened the navigation and drove there.

When I arrived, he was already seated.

"Lily..." The restaurant manager led me into an elegantly styled private room, and Daniel Carter immediately stood up.

I smiled at him, walked over, and sat down.

Though it was just a day since we last met, for some reason, as we gazed at each other, it felt like a long time had passed.