Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 175 Mr. Hale’s Killing Intent, Luring the Snake out of the Hole (2 More Updates)

Chapter 175: 175 Mr. Hale’s Killing Intent, Luring the Snake out of the Hole (2 More Updates)

Having witnessed numerous tumults and changes, Old Lady Hugh sensed something when she realized the carriage was heading to the Old Hale Family House.

She grasped her walking stick with fingers as thin and dry as branches, bloodless from the excessive force.

Upon arrival, Brock Hale was already at the door to greet them.

Since her daughter’s death, she had not been back to this place, and while the Old House of Hale Family had changed significantly, she could still faintly discern its former state. Her body trembling slightly, she watched Brock Hale stride toward her...

In a daze, she remembered that day more than twenty years ago,

the day her daughter died,

Brock too had a gravely serious expression, kneeling at the doorway waiting for her.

"Mom," Yumi Johnson said, somewhat worried.

"I’m alright."

Old Lady Hugh took a deep breath and followed Brock Hale into the main hall.

Once everyone was gathered, Hannah Johnson spoke first, "The truth of the matter isn’t clear to me yet, but I felt it necessary to inform all the elders because I probably can’t manage this alone."

William Hale’s head was slightly bowed as he caressed the teacup in front of him.

The tea was very hot, yet his fingers seemed impervious to the heat.

Zoe Bell looked at him, very concerned.

"Molly Hanson had orchestrated her own kidnapping earlier, and now the police are looking to charge her with severe extortion. She begged for my help, and the condition was..."

"She said,"

Hannah Johnson took a deep breath, her voice tight, "Aunt’s death was due to a depressive attack, but the possible trigger..."

"Was my father!"

While everyone seemed to have guessed somewhat, Brock Hale still couldn’t contain his emotions and knocked over the teacup in front of him, shattering it and scattering the shards everywhere.

"Continue speaking." All the servants had been dismissed, and Brock Hale bent down to pick up the pieces himself.

"She said, once when my father was drunk, he mistook her for Aunt and asked if she hated him, wanted to get back at him, and even said it wasn’t intentional, he never thought she would kill herself..."

"Later when he sobered up, Molly Hanson tentatively asked him,"

"He slapped her, telling her never to mention the Aunt again."

"At that moment, Molly guessed that Aunt’s death was not as straightforward as it seemed, yet she had no evidence, and after so many years, I couldn’t find anything either."

"I really hope it’s all false."

The year Eva Hugh committed suicide, although speculated to hold deeper causes due to her depression, shouldn’t have emerged without reason. Back then, Brock constantly questioned Liam Hugh if he’d said anything to her, but he consistently denied it.

No evidence was found at the time, and now it was even more difficult.

Hannah Johnson pursed her lips, "Actually, it might just be Molly’s subjective conjecture and random guesswork, perhaps I’m just overthinking."

William Hale, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke:

"True or false, verifying it isn’t difficult..."

"Just try and see."

The momentary flash of cold fierceness in his eyes unfolded uncontrollably, carrying with it an eruption of lethality.

Brock Hale, "How to try?"

"It would naturally be..."

——

The elder Hales had intended to invite Old Lady Hugh for a meal, but she really wasn’t in the mood. Since her daughter’s sudden demise, neither she nor her husband could accept it, and later, her husband had passed away too...

She had thought, maybe she should follow them.

But considering her son wasn’t very capable and Hannah Johnson was young, if she were to leave, her daughter-in-law could not hold up the family alone.

And now they were telling her:

Her daughter’s death was connected to her son.

If the matter were proven true, it would be too cruel for her.

It was akin to excising her heart.

When they departed, Wyatt Hale happened to return, accompanied by Simon Hale. Both attended the same college town and sometimes when they had no classes, Wyatt would hitch a ride home with his cousin.

After exchanging greetings, Old Lady Hugh finally smiled and said, "In the blink of an eye, Wyatt has grown so tall."

Wyatt embarrassingly ruffled his hair a couple of times.

Following the cursory pleasantries, the three from the Hugh Family departed first.

Despite being young, Wyatt was not foolish.

Moreover, an animal’s sense of smell is always the sharpest, "Why do I feel their emotions are off? Did something happen?"

Simon Hale stated directly, "Maybe it’s close to the anniversary, they came to discuss some matters."

Wyatt’s face was full of suspicion: "I just feel something odd."

When he entered the main hall and found everyone present, his suspicions deepened, especially when the servants were cleaning up the shattered porcelain in the trash can, and saw his father’s hand was cut.

His father was always composed, what could have made him break the teacup.

The more Wyatt Hale thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, yet he didn’t dare to ask.

Especially his older brother’s expression, it was particularly terrifying.

It was like...

he was going to kill someone!

The murderous intent was too strong; the best strategy was to hide.

Not until dinner did Wyatt Hale emerge from his room.

He noticed that apart from him and his cousin Brock, everyone else was mysteriously absent from the dining table.

"What’s going on? Isn’t everyone hungry?" Wyatt frowned, looking at Simon, "Brother, do you think something might have happened? Why else would Old Lady Hugh have come over?"

"Shut up and eat!"

"How can I eat if I shut up?"

"..."

"I feel like something big is going to happen." Wyatt spoke in a suppressed voice.

"Wyatt, there are some spectacles you can join, but there are others I advise you to stay as far away from as possible," Simon said with resignation.

This younger cousin, with all his youthful energy, sadly didn’t channel it into his studies, which was a real pity.

Bored, Wyatt went back to scrolling through his phone after dinner and stumbled upon a piece of gossip:

[Old Lady Hugh personally picked up Liam Hugh from the detention center.]

At that moment, in some chat groups, the discussion was lively:

"I knew Liam Hugh would return to the Hugh family sooner or later; after all, he is their biological son, and Old Lady Hugh only has this one child left."

"They say that because Liam was thrown out of the house, his mistress left him, and he lost the child as well."

"She was only ever after his money, how could there be any true love?"

...

As Wyatt scrolled through some videos, suddenly a message came in.

Uncle: [Wyatt?]

[I’m here, Uncle. Is there something you need? Are you coming home soon?]

[Yes.]

He contacted him to inquire what Zoe Bell liked; as an elder meeting her for the first time, he needed to bring a present. Besides William, Wyatt had spent the most time with her in their family.

[Besides dancing, the sister-in-law enjoys making perfumes. She’s even opened an online shop recently. She doesn’t seem to have other specific interests.]

[Got it.]

[Uncle, when are you coming back?]

[In half a month.]

[That long.] Wyatt clicked his tongue, [Do you know there have been a lot of incidents lately, especially with the Hugh family?]

[I heard something about that.]

[I didn’t expect Liam to do such a thing to our brother William. It’s good that he was arrested. Why would Old Lady Hugh insist on bringing him back home after all that mess? Can they even stand each other now? Won’t that be awkward?]

[He’s been brought back?]

[Yeah, I even saw Old Lady Hugh today; it was my first time seeing her come to the old house.]

[...]

The person on the other end of the phone, initially indifferent, suddenly realized:

It must be a major issue.

**

Meanwhile, at the Hugh family home

After returning, Liam Hugh took a thorough bath and upon seeing his mother, fell to his knees, weeping bitterly and berating himself for his unfilial behavior and momentary lapse of judgement.

"Mom, I was deceived by Molly Hanson."

Old Lady Hugh sighed, "You are over fifty years old. Can’t you distinguish right from wrong? You believe everything she says?"

"I was foolish! I deserve to be beaten. That child wasn’t mine; she was only with me for my money."

"What else would she want from you?"

Liam hung his head and dared not argue anymore.

Old Lady Hugh sighed deeply, "Regardless of whether the child in her womb was yours, a life was lost because of your actions. She miscarried because you laid hands on her, and I even went to see her yesterday."

"I never expected things to turn out this way, and she’s still lying through her teeth."

"She says that our family must compensate her for nutrition and emotional distress expenses. Of course, I refused, but then she threatened me."

"She threatened you?" Liam frowned.

"She said if I don’t agree, she’ll expose all the dirty deeds you’ve done, completely destroying your reputation."

"That bitch, I..." Liam jumped up, but stifled his reaction out of respect for his mother, forcing a laugh, "The biggest mistake of my life was getting involved with her."

Hannah Johnson scoffed from the side, "She says you were responsible for killing my aunt."

At those words,

the color drained from Liam’s face, turning as pale as frost.