Chapter 98
Chapter 98
“Back then, your grandparents mentioned that you wouldn’t need to contribute to their living expenses if you shared half of the insurance payout,” Mrs. Deli explained. “Besides, your grandmother has a large family to support her.”
She continued, “You girls shouldn’t feel obligated to cover her medical bills.”
Mrs. Deli, a close friend of Serenity’s mother, recalled the troubling circumstances. “Your parents were still at the morgue when your uncles claimed their share of the insurance money and took over your house and land. They wouldn’t even let you visit your parents’ grave or take you in.”
“Don’t feel guilty about not paying for your grandmother’s healthcare.”
When Serenity’s uncles got their hands on the money, they avoided participating in the funeral arrangements, particularly because Serenity’s parents had died in a horrific car accident. They either pretended to be ill or concocted excuses to dodge their responsibilities. It took the mayor stepping in to reprimand them, and only then did they reluctantly assist with the funeral preparations, especially under the watchful eyes of the community.
“Yeah, they are ridiculous,” Serenity agreed.
After news of Serenity’s return spread, some locals visited Mrs. Deli to catch up, feeling free to speak since Serenity’s grandparents were not around. They shared their thoughts on that tragic day, expressing their sympathy for Liberty and Serenity through their conversations.
Zachary, who was present, recorded everything. He informed the townspeople about a viral tweet and how their recorded conversations could serve as evidence in case they needed to defend themselves against the Hunts. Upon realizing that Zachary had captured their voices on tape, the townspeople felt cornered. With no way to escape the potential wrath of the Hunts, they knew they had to face whatever consequences lay ahead.
rise to the occasion and extend a helping hand to Serenity.
Everyone shared detailed accounts of the Hunts’ wrongdoings towards Serenity and Liberty, providing Zachary with the necessary evidence to build a strong case.
Meanwhile, Old Mrs. Hunt found herself in a hospital bed at Wiltspoon General Hospital, looking surprisingly vibrant despite her battle with liver cancer. Her outlook was positive, as the illness was still in its early stages and hadn’t taken a toll on her well-being.
Old Mr. Hunt, sitting nearby, was busy peeling an apple for his wife. He turned to his oldest grandson, Mike, and asked, “Didn’t you say your plan was foolproof? It has been a while now, and Serenity and Liberty still haven’t come through with the money.”
He continued, “Your grandmother’s surgery is scheduled for two days from now. The operation and the subsequent care will set us back a few hundred thousand dollars. The girls must be doing well since they’ve been living in the city for years. They should cover the expenses, no matter what.”
Old Mr. Hunt, despite his usual demeanor, held onto traditional patriarchal values, which often surfaced when money was involved. Reluctant to dip into his sons’ and grandsons’ finances, he expected his daughters and granddaughters to contribute. This time, the couple was determined to make Serenity and Liberty pay up, fueled by their lingering resentment over Liberty’s refusal to support them when she got married three years prior.
Mike reassured his grandfather, “Don’t worry, Granddad. The effects of my plan are starting to show. I got my friend to help me with the tweet, and it’s still going viral on Twitter. Many netizens are calling out their ungratefulness and misconduct. People are saying that a pet dog shows more loyalty than they do.”
sisters.”
Mike felt a sense of satisfaction as he read the critical tweets directed at the sisters. It felt like sweet revenge for them blocking his number.
“I’ll have John draft another tweet,” he thought. John was a senior executive at a subsidiary of Stone Group, and his secretary had a knack for writing compelling articles.
Netizens always had a soft spot for a captivating sequel.