Chapter 8

She is now completely exposed like someone stripped naked and thrown into the street, subject to public scrutiny and insults.

Moreover, she dare not resist because she has the biggest weakness, which is her mother lying in the hospital bed.

The mother is hooked up to numerous tubes, and if the medication is stopped, she will die immediately. In that case, there would only be her left in the world. She doesn't want to become an orphan.

Zona Lawrence suppressed the anger in her heart, all her grievances and frustrations turning into tears that flowed out. Her vision blurred as she wept uncontrollably.

But she never imagined that her tearful appearance would be incredibly glaring to Lady Lawrence and Wanda Lawrence.

Lawrence the old lady lost her patience more than Wanda Lawrence. She said resentfully, "What did I just say? Didn't I tell you not to pretend to be weak?"

"You didn't perform enough in front of me back then, and now you're even learning to do it? Are you trying to provoke me in front of me?"

Before Zona Lawrence could answer, Lawrence the old lady couldn't help but shout, "Glen Lawrence, come here."

Hearing the name Glen Lawrence, Zona Lawrence subconsciously looked up; he hadn't changed much, apparently keeping himself in good shape.

In the years she was locked up, her time seemed to stand still. Glen Lawrence was her father, but he wasn't her father.

Zona Lawrence felt a deep sorrow in her heart, she opened her mouth as if to shout, but ultimately felt as though something was blocking her throat, and she couldn't call out after all.

Glenn Lawrence walked obediently with lowered eyes to Mrs. Lawrence's side, his face showing a timid expression, "Mom, what is it you called me for?"

He was a seven-foot man, yet he was as docile as a quail before his mother, Zona Lawrence felt a sense of sorrow, why would Mom choose him?

He was not a good husband, nor a good father, but he would be a good son.

Glenn Lawrence was well-maintained, of medium build, with a timid expression but a radiant face, looking quite well.

Isn't that just great? With the Lawrence matriarch mother doting on him, he only needs to be her , and doesn't have to worry about anything else.

But that's also why he has lost the responsibilities of being a husband and a father, leaving only the filial piety of being a son.

Lawrence the old lady placed her hand on Glen Lawrence's arm, "You see, this is the mistake you made back then. When I tried so hard to persuade you not to be with that bitch, you just wouldn't listen. Now you've given birth to this bastard who only knows how to piss me off."

"Yes, yes, it's my fault, it's all my fault. Don't get angry, it's not good for your health if you get sick from being angry."

Glenn Lawrence worried that Mrs. Lawrence might say something inappropriate again and quickly answered, cutting off the other person's words.

But his petty thoughts were seen through by Mrs. Lawrence at a glance. Knowing her own child like no one else, Mrs. Lawrence sneered and glared at him sharply with her eyes.

Upon receiving her gaze, Glenn Lawrence couldn't help but soften his stance, not daring to say more, and cast his gaze down to the ground, as if there was something good there.

Lawrence, the old lady, saw his timid appearance and finally smiled slightly, "What's wrong? I was just about to say a few words, and you can't stand it?"

"I'm telling you, I still want to make you see clearly, not listening to the old people's words, suffering is right in front of you, this little bitch, after all, still caused trouble for our Lawrence family, because of her alone, our Lawrence family's reputation has been damaged."

Zona Lawrence watched Glen Lawrence, who didn't dare say a word, and felt even more disappointed. She shouldn't have had any expectations, she knew this man well enough to know that in situations like this, he would only be timid and afraid to speak up about anything.

At this moment, both she and her mother were humiliated by Lady Lawrence, but her father dared to say nothing. He was like a man who couldn't even fart with three sticks, a man who didn't dare to defend his own wife and daughter—what great achievements could he possibly have?

Lawrence the old lady finally shifted the focus of the topic, only to see her gaze fixed on Zona Lawrence.

“Zona Lawrence, we are here today to tell you that since you are out, you will have to bear the medical expenses for your mother yourself.”

“Grandma, I have already told her about this matter, it's just that she doesn't believe it.” Wanda Lawrence felt it was her turn to speak and quickly stepped forward to say.

Although she had heard about it from Wanda Lawrence long ago, Zona Lawrence still harbored a hope, which was now shattered by the personal intervention of the elderly Lawrence. Her face showed panic, and she dared not hope for the elderly Lawrence's mercy. She finally turned her gaze to Glen Lawrence.

"Father, do you think so too?"

"Mother is lying in the hospital. If there is no money, the hospital will stop her medication, and she will die."

Zona Lawrence's face flushed when she said the last sentence, not out of shame, but out of urgency.

Upon hearing Zona Lawrence's words, Glen Lawrence reluctantly lifted his head to glance at the people in the room.

It was only when he saw the person lying in bed, covered in tubes, that he felt intense disgust. The thought of having to spend so much money on this vegetative state only made him feel a pang of regret.

So he impatiently waved his hand, "You are her daughter, so you must take responsibility. I don't ask you to support me in old age, you just need to take good care of your mother properly."

Glen Lawrence said something deeply heartbreaking to Zona Lawrence, and the last sentence pushed her to the bottom.

Of course, you don't have to take care of your mom either, since she's already like this, only maintained by these medications, lying in bed is just like a vegetable, is she still considered alive now? She can only be considered a living dead person.

You can't say that, Dad, she's my mom, she's your wife.

Zona Lawrence finally couldn't help but argue, a touch of defiance flashing in her expression.

How dare you talk to your dad like that!

Lawrence the old lady stepped forward with an unhappy expression and gave another slap. Zona Lawrence felt that the force on her face this time was even more brutal than the previous slap.

A metallic taste filled her mouth. It seemed this time she had been hit hard enough to draw blood.

But she still glared defiantly at Glen Lawrence, "You must not curse my mother's death."

Glen Lawrence felt a bit guilty under Zona Lawrence's resentful gaze. Seeing her son retreat, the elderly Mrs. Lawrence was displeased. She suppressed her disdain in her heart and stepped forward, giving Zona Lawrence a push.

The latter lost her balance and fell to the ground, "I'm telling you, what your father means is what I mean, and what I mean represents the meaning of the Lawrence family."

"Your mother was originally an outsider; whether she lives or dies has nothing much to do with us."