Secret Wealthy Marriage
Chapter 674: Individual Retribution (5)

Chapter 674: Chapter 674: Individual Retribution (5)

Not only did the people delivering steamed buns laugh, even the prisoners inside were laughing. They really thought this was their home, and they actually wanted to eat hot steamed buns. It was already good enough to have cold steamed buns.

So, newcomers really don’t understand the rules.

At this age, who knows what she did to be locked up here.

"Why are you laughing?" Debbie Duncan looked around and pouted. Was her request too much? She thought it was perfectly normal.

"If you don’t want to eat, fine." The person delivering steamed buns was about to leave. Debbie Duncan was quite infamous now, and her past actions had become widely known. She actually went after her own granddaughter now. If they didn’t torment such a scumbag, they wouldn’t be living up to their conscience.

"Hey, don’t go, don’t go. I haven’t finished talking yet. I want to see my son, I want to see my son. Do you hear me? Come back...come back!" Debbie Duncan yelled, feeling that these people were really impolite. She hadn’t even finished talking and they dared to leave.

Didn’t they know who she was? She was the illustrious Madam Duncan, and she had never suffered such grievances before.

The Duncan family paid so much in taxes each year to support these people. She was their bread and butter, and they treated her with such disrespect, it was outrageous.

"Don’t bother yelling. It’s useless here. You can’t see whoever you want. If you want to see your son, you have to wait patiently for him to visit you," a kind-hearted person reminded her.

"..." could she wait for her son to visit her?

Suddenly, Debbie felt disheartened. Cole Duncan was planning to cut ties with her because of Elena. Would such a son still care about his mother?

He definitely wouldn’t. If he did care, when she woke up, she would have seen him. Even if she couldn’t see him, Cole would have made arrangements for her, wouldn’t he?

Instead of calmly letting others bully her and trample her like now.

Debbie leaned against the iron door and squatted down, silently shedding tears. Her heart ached, and she was hungry. She chewed on the hard steamed bun, which tasted like chewing wax.

She looked at the prisoners around her, dressed in uniforms. She was to live like this for fifteen years, and could she endure such a long time?

Cole, do you really have the heart to watch your mother suffer this prison disaster?

Can you really refuse to save your mother this once?

Debbie cried, and her mind continuously recalled the past.

When she was young, she was the most beautiful woman in the village. She often dreamed of being a golden phoenix in the mountains, flying outside someday, living a life of luxury like the wealthy wives on television.

So, she rejected the pursuit of all the men in the village who liked her, waiting wholeheartedly for her destined prince, who would drive a luxury car and take her from the village to live a happy life outside.

As it turned out, she did wait for such a person.

This man came to the village for an inspection, and although he eventually gave up, in just half a month, Debbie’s soul had been hooked by him. The man was rich, good-looking, and was the husband she had been dreaming of.

Later, the man left the village, and not long after, he sent someone to pick Debbie up in a car and take her outside. There, she experienced several months of dizzying luxury. The outside world was a bit different from what she had imagined, but it was impossible to have such a comfortable life in the village.

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