Hearing Judith Caldwell’s words, a triumphant smirk touched Scarlett Jewel’s lips.
She couldn’t wait for them to make Claire rcer disappear forever, but her words were dripping with hypocrisy.
"Mom, you shouldn’t act rashly and provoke Claire rcer. She’s soone we can’t afford to ss with now."
"Even if our lives are difficult right now, at least we’re still alive."
"If we anger Claire rcer and the Rowan Family, I’m afraid they might..."
"You don’t need to worry about that," Judith Caldwell interrupted her.
"Since there’s no hope for the rcer Family to make a coback, even if I die, I’ll drag her down to hell with ."
Now, the family fought every day just to get by.
She worked two jobs a day just to survive, her body aching with exhaustion.
Her ager monthly salary wasn’t even enough to buy a single piece of clothing like she used to.
And it was all that bitch Claire rcer’s fault.
Why should she get to live such a glamorous life?
Did she deserve it?
Their family had absolutely no hope of making a coback.
No, you could even say they had hit a dead end.
Since she had caused the rcer family so much misery, she would have to pay a painful price.
On the other end of the line, Scarlett Jewel listened to the seething hatred in Judith Caldwell’s voice, and the smile on her face grew wider.
"Mom, please don’t be rash. Just keep this to yourselves. Don’t go looking for trouble with her."
"I’ll send you two hundred thousand in a bit to help improve your living situation."
"Please don’t think it’s too little. I don’t have much cash on right now."
"The Sinclair Family provides with good food and drink, but they don’t give any cash, so I’m short on funds myself."
Hearing this, Judith Caldwell was so moved that tears almost welled up in her eyes.
"My good daughter, Mom knew you were filial and wouldn’t abandon us."
"You don’t have any money yourself, why are you sending us so? You should keep it to buy so good supplents for my dear grandchild..."
Scarlett Jewel said hypocritically, "Mom, you’re my parents. How could I ever abandon you?"
"It’s just that you know my situation in the Sinclair Family. I really can’t give you much more."
"If it weren’t for Claire rcer, our family wouldn’t be in this state..."
"Sigh, forget it. Things are already like this. There’s nothing we can do about her. We can only accept our fate."
"Accept our fate?" Judith Caldwell’s voice was sharp, almost hysterical.
"I will never accept this fate! I want her dead!"
Hearing this, Scarlett Jewel knew she had achieved her goal.
She then made a bit more small talk before finding a random excuse to hang up the phone.
Putting down her phone, she gazed at the bright moonlight and leisurely picked up the bird’s nest soup from the table, taking a gentle sip.
’Claire rcer, your good days are probably numbered.’
Given the rcer family’s hatred for Claire rcer, they wouldn’t let her off easily.
All she had to do now was wait quietly for the good news from the rcer family.
She wouldn’t have to get her hands dirty, and she could get the rcer family sent to prison at the sa ti...
For two hundred thousand, she could not only buy Claire rcer’s worthless life, but also stop the rcer family from constantly pestering her...
As far as she was concerned, spending the two hundred thousand was well worth it.
After she hung up, the rcer family fell into deep thought.
Julian rcer, sitting to the side, smoked sullenly.
The cigarette cherry glowed and faded in the dim rental house.
The smoke from the cheap tobacco made him cough uncontrollably.
’When had he ever smoked such cheap cigarettes before?’
Now... The more Julian rcer thought about it, the more resentful he felt.
After a long silence, he said:
"That girl, Scarlett, she tells us not to be rash..."
"But everything she said, between the lines, was just goading us to go after Claire rcer, wasn’t it?"
His voice was hoarse and tinged with hesitation.
But Judith Caldwell’s head snapped up, her eyes laced with venom as she retorted viciously, "So what if she is?"
"Do we deserve to live this life that’s worse than a dog’s?"
"Have you forgotten what the rcer Family used to be like?"
"We may not have been top-tier among Rhonia’s elite, but at least we never had to worry about food or clothing."
"And now?" Judith Caldwell nearly ground her teeth to dust.
"Squeezed into this pigeon-coop of a place, with rats and cockroaches scurrying around, and swarms of flies and mosquitoes."
"I go to the market every day to pick up rotten vegetable leaves, and you go to construction sites to haul bricks only to be told you’re too old and get rejected..."
Just as she was speaking, a notification for a two-hundred-thousand transfer popped up on the phone screen.
Judith Caldwell’s lips trembled. Her eyes were glued to the string of numbers, and she swallowed hard in excitent.
Before, two hundred thousand wouldn’t have even covered their family’s living expenses for a month.
But for them now, this was their lifeline.
"If it weren’t for this two hundred thousand from Scarlett, we wouldn’t even be able to pay next month’s rent!"
"We’re living in this dump, and what about that bitch Claire rcer?"
"Even though she only married so poor bastard, she’s still living better than us."
"And now she even has the Rowan Family backing her up. She’s had a stroke of luck and beco a phoenix, while we’ve beco mud!"
"If we hadn’t brought her back to the rcer family back then, who knows what remote village she would have been sold off to."
"That bitch isn’t just ungrateful, now she actually wishes we’d die without a proper burial!"
The more Judith Caldwell spoke, the more agitated she beca. She grabbed a water glass from the table and smashed it violently on the floor, sending shards of glass scattering everywhere.
Her eyes were bloodshot, and her whole face was twisted, as hideous as a demon from hell.
Oscar rcer also hated Claire rcer to the bone, but he still had a shred of rationality left.
"But the Rowan Family is powerful. If we go head-to-head with Claire rcer, we’ll be making an enemy of the Rowan Family."
"I’m afraid we won’t even be able to lay a finger on her, and we’ll just end up getting ourselves into serious trouble."
Mr. rcer sighed, his eyes filled with both despair and resentful hatred.
"I wish Claire rcer would die too, but this money from Scarlett is a hot potato."
"Hot? I see it as a lifeline!" Judith Caldwell sneered, bending over to pick up her phone and repeatedly looking at the transfer record.
"Two hundred thousand is enough to hire a few desperados."
"No matter how powerful the Rowan Family is, can they really protect Claire rcer under their noses every single day? There will be a ti when she’s alone!"
She paused, as if rembering sothing, and a sinister smile crept onto her lips.
"Scarlett said she’s having a hard ti at the Sinclair Family’s place, and that this is all Claire rcer’s fault too."
"So what if Scarlett wants to use us to get rid of Claire rcer?"
"Scarlett is my daughter. If Claire rcer dares to harm her, then as her mother, I will make that bitch pay."
"As long as I can make Claire rcer die, I don’t care if I get caught and sent to prison."
"The rcer Family has no hope of a coback anyway. Rather than live this hand-to-mouth existence, I’d rather eat prison food."
Judith Caldwell spoke through gritted teeth, her mind already made up.
Julian rcer fell silent. The cigarette butt burned his fingers.
He snapped back to his senses and crushed the cigarette out on the stained floor.
The moonlight outside shone through the dilapidated window, illuminating their twisted faces.
Judith Caldwell took a deep breath, as if she had made a firm decision.
She opened her contacts and scrolled to a number labeled "Jax."
Her fingertip hovered over the dial button, her gaze as sharp as a knife, as she muttered:
"Anyway, we’re getting hounded by debt collectors every day and can only hide in this house overrun with cockroaches and rats. I’d rather drag her down to hell with us!"
Just as she was about to call Jax, Oscar rcer spoke up.
"Instead of spending money to hire a killer, we might as well do it ourselves and save the cash."
He couldn’t agree more. He had long since had enough of this life.
If they used the money to hire a killer, they’d just get caught when the police investigated anyway.
He’d rather save the money for himself; it could at least alleviate his current plight.
At a ti like this, it was every man for himself.
With that two hundred thousand, he could even flee the country and escape the debt collectors.
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