Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 179 Orchid Because of the Flossy Fruit, He Fell into Hell (4 more - s)

Chapter 179: 179 Orchid Because of the Flossy Fruit, He Fell into Hell (4 more Chapters)

Liam Hugh was so frightened when he saw Brock Hale that his heartbeat almost stopped.

His head felt like it had been struck by a blunt object on the spot, his chest tight and his heart panicking, his blood pressure skyrocketing.

It was too cold here, his entire body seemed to be immersed in an icy river, shivering with fright and fear.

But things had already escalated to this point, and he was resigned to his fate.

"Even if I did provoke him, don’t you bear any responsibility?"

"If she hadn’t had a child, she would not have suffered a depressive episode."

"William Hale, it was because she gave birth to you that she fell ill, and Brock Hale, as her husband, you failed to take care of her, allowing her the chance to commit suicide..."

"Am I a murderer? Are you saying you bear no responsibility?"

Brock Hale clenched his fingers into a fist, stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and hoisted him up, "Say that again, I dare you."

"Heh, can’t bear to hear it?"

"Eva has only been dead for a few years, and if you loved her so much, you should have stayed chaste for her."

"Yet after she died, you hooked up with that woman surnamed Liang and even had a child. Who knows when you two got together. Maybe she killed herself not because she found out I was unfaithful, but because she found out you were of ill repute?"

"And now you’re pretending to be so devoted. If you loved her so much, why didn’t you die with her!"

William Hale clenched his teeth:

To utter such nonsense at death’s door!

As soon as he spoke,

Brock Hale’s fist connected with his face.

Liam Hugh’s head buzzed on impact.

The punch was hard and forceful.

He was thrown to the ground, but before he could recover, he was dragged up by a powerful force and pinned against the wall.

His collar was yanked, instantly choking his neck, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.

Overpowered,

he couldn’t even move.

"Brock Hale, if you’ve got the guts, kill me! Come on, I’m a murderer, and so are you—"

Brock Hale’s fingers tensed slightly, forming a fist, "Fine, I’ll grant your wish."

He then smashed his fist into his face.

One hit followed by another,

relentless!

Liam Hugh had no way to defend himself, and was beaten to the point of almost passing out before Brock Hale finally let go. His limp body slid down against the wall, like a heap of mud.

He looked up at the father and son before him and suddenly laughed, "You... you still don’t dare to kill, do you?"

"You hate me that much."

"Then kill me, ha ha!"

Brock Hale took a deep breath, "After all, she was your younger sister."

"Then she should have covered for me. I am her older brother, yet she wanted to see me lose my family. Is this what a younger sister does?"

"You’re not fit to be her brother."

Liam Hugh scoffed, "All my life, many people have said that. She was pretty and had a pleasant personality, only suffering from depression. Otherwise..."

"Do you think Father would have given the company to her?"

"Because Old Sir Hugh saw long ago that you’re not capable of handling it!" Brock Hale bit back.

"So what... In the end, she’s still dead. They have only one son left. If not to me, then to whom?"

Liam Hugh laughed maniacally.

Yet from the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure. His body trembled violently, and with a stiff neck, he turned his head to see that aged yet straight-backed silhouette.

Old Lady Hugh’s fingers clutched the cane tightly, her face devoid of any color.

"Mom..." he strained his voice, trembling.

His body shuddering.

As their gazes met, he breathed rapidly, his heart and liver in turmoil.

By her side stood Yumi Johnson, "Mom, listen to my explanation, I was just speaking out of desperation."

The Old Lady’s heart trembled as she took a step forward.

Her fingers tightened, and she raised the cane.

Having been struck before, Liam Hugh seemed to react, cringing and retreating in fear. As the cane was raised over his head...

"Mom, believe me, Eva’s death really has nothing to do with me. She died in the Hale Family, it’s their fault."

"Besides, it was a suicide!"

"I didn’t kill her."

"..."

Liam Hugh was scared to death, but the walking stick hanging over his head did not fall as expected. Terrified, he closed his eyes tightly and, after a long while, dared to open them again.

Greeting his sight was the tearful face of his elderly mother.

That face, filled with pain, shock, and age,

looked at him heavily, yet sighed deeply.

"Clatter—" The walking stick dropped to the floor, her body swaying unstably. Fortunately, Yumi Johnson was beside her and promptly steadied her.

"Mom?"

"Let’s go home," the Old Lady said, her voice trembling.

Hannah Johnson entered the room, picked up the walking stick, and supported her other arm. The Old Lady looked at her, "Perhaps I was destined to have neither sons nor daughters in my life. All these years, I have done right by you..."

"You and Yumi are completely divorced now. From now on, our Hugh Family will no longer acknowledge you."

Guessing the truth was one thing but hearing him admit it was another.

The Old Lady felt like she could kill him.

She lifted her hand but then let her arm drop helplessly.

Her heart had completely turned cold.

And so, it didn’t matter anymore.

Over the years, she had been a devout Buddhist, believing in karma, that every deed comes with its consequence, like stars drifting apart after a storm.

Because her daughter was once abducted and developed depression, she and her husband indeed spent more effort on her. Liam, as both a brother and a son, was laden with high expectations, and was inevitably treated harshly at times.

But she never thought it would lead to such evil karma.

She glanced at Brock Hale standing to one side, "Brock, marrying Eva to you was something her father and I have never regretted. You’ve taken great care of her. We of the Hugh Family owe you..."

"We have wronged you!"

The Old Lady shook off Yumi Johnson and Hannah Johnson, who were supporting her, and deeply bowed to him.

"Mom!" Brock Hale hurriedly supported her, "What are you doing?"

"I failed to raise my son properly."

"That’s not your fault. You still need to take care of yourself."

"I understand."

Illness had long plagued her, and the Old Lady looked even older than her peers, now looking as if she had aged another ten years in an instant.

After she had bent over deeply, her back seemed as if it could no longer straighten again.

No scolding, no hitting...

Even when leaving, she didn’t spare him a single glance.

Perhaps deep despair was just like this.

Liam Hugh was slow to realize, and suddenly it dawned on him that his mother had absolutely given up on him this time.

Or perhaps since he got out of the detention center, everything had been an illusion. He had cooperated with all the formalities, including the divorce papers.

During this time, it seemed as if life had returned to the past.

A loving mother, a virtuous wife, and everyone still addressing him respectfully as, "Mr. Hugh."

It had all been but a fleeting dream...

Now that he had awoken,

he wasn’t thrust back to reality, but rather plunged into hell.

With no evidence for the events of over twenty years ago, naturally, they wouldn’t take action against him, but he knew that with the methods of the Hale Family, they could torment him in thousands of ways, making his life worse than death.

"Mom, Mom—"

Liam Hugh scrambled up from the ground and chased after her.

By then, the Old Lady was already in the car, with the driver long since ready. As soon as the gas pedal was pressed, the car drove away from the rest home.

"Mom, I’m your son, don’t you care about me at all? Mom, I truly didn’t expect my little sister to commit suicide, believe me, trust me..."

Having just been brutally beaten, Liam couldn’t catch up with the car.

Just as he was about to jump into his own car, he realized he had no idea where his car keys were.

Groping his pockets, he finally found the car keys.

At that moment, a black car came breaking through the night fog of the mountains, like a wild beast that had lain in wait for a long time.

The instant the headlights were switched on, they revealed a ferocious silhouette and razor-sharp fangs.

In the darkness, it seemed ready to...

tear him to pieces!