Ugh~
Michelle Monroe spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, which frightened Jean Shaw.
Not only Jean Shaw, but Adelaide Monroe was also quite scared. Was that slap really that serious?
"Michelle... don’t scare your mom... everyone in the Monroe family is bullying your mom now... you’re all I have... boohoo..." Jean Shaw held Michelle Monroe and wept.
"Call 911, get an ambulance." Julian Monroe shivered and glared blafully at Adelaide Monroe, as if blaming her for being so harsh on Michelle Monroe.
What if Jean Shaw used this as leverage to force the old man to give Michelle more inheritance?
Although Julian Monroe’s thoughts were a bit cold and ruthless, he wasn’t wrong. Jean Shaw was exactly planning this—Michelle’s slap was costly, seen by the old man himself, so they had to get more inheritance to compensate.
Adelaide Monroe guiltily averted her eyes. Can she really be blad for this? It was Michelle Monroe who bit her first.
Adelaide Monroe was very regretful. Why didn’t she lie down first, pretending that Michelle Monroe bit her?
Gavin Monroe had a headache from their noise, and now with Michelle suddenly collapsing and spitting blood, his nerves were suddenly tense, and he felt very uncomfortable. As one grows older, they fear stimulation the most.
Butler Chaucer, seeing the situation, began to worry and leaned down to Gavin Monroe and said, "Sir, don’t be too tense. Miss Michelle is young, she will be fine. Let push you to your room to rest!"
Timmy Monroe was right beside Gavin Monroe, his little hand held by Gavin’s aged hand. He said in a tender voice, "Uncle Chaucer is right, Great-grandfather. Timmy will stay with you to rest. Timmy doesn’t have school tomorrow, so I can stay with you tonight and take care of you!"
Gavin Monroe’s frown eased, the taut nerve in his brain relaxed too, as he smiled kindly, "Alright, Timmy is a good child. Great-grandfather likes you."
The little boy looks so much like Ivana Monroe when she was little, with such heartwarming words. Gavin Monroe suddenly had an idea; he wanted to give this old house to Timmy. This old house carried all his life’s mories, and if it fell into the hands of other children, Gavin Monroe couldn’t guarantee if they would sell it.
Only Ivana and Timmy, they’ve been kind and considerate since childhood. Gavin Monroe could only trust Ivana and her son.
Butler Chaucer gave the little boy an appreciative look—fortunately, the young lady and the young master were here, otherwise, these unfilial children would drive the old man to his death today.
Ivana Monroe frowned at the puddle of blood Michelle spat, then saw Gavin Monroe’s unwell face, and like Butler Chaucer, she began to worry about the elder.
The little boy’s behavior was sowhat unexpected to Ivana Monroe; even she didn’t expect her son to say such heartwarming words to his grandfather.
When he grows up, he will surely be a gentle man.
Kimberly and Sylvia Monroe saw Butler Chaucer was about to push the old man back to the room and got a little anxious. Is this it? Can’t they divide the inheritance today? Wouldn’t they have co in vain?
Adelaide Monroe was both angry and flustered, not thinking much at the mont.
Jean Shaw suddenly scread at Butler Chaucer like mad, "Butler Chaucer, what do you an? You’re telling the old man to ignore Michelle? Didn’t you see how much blood Michelle spat? Saying such things—do you have any humanity left?"
Jean Shaw deeply hated Butler Chaucer—as just a dog raised by the old man’s side, what right did he have to bark at his master?
Jean Shaw was even angrier at Timmy Monroe, that little bastard, so good at deceiving like his mother. At such a young age, he’s already learned how to please the old man. It must have been Ivana who taught him to behave well in front of the old man to get more inheritance.
Since she couldn’t curse at the little one, she could only curse at Butler Chaucer. He stirred this up. If he hadn’t suggested the old man return to his room to rest, the little bastard wouldn’t have had the chance to act.
Kimberly and Sylvia Monroe didn’t say anything, they didn’t want the old man to go back to the room either.
"Grandfather’s not a doctor. He can’t do anything for Michelle Monroe by staying here." Ivana Monroe said with a cold face, "Butler Chaucer, take Grandfather to the room to rest. I’ll handle things here."
"Yes, young lady." Butler Chaucer didn’t hesitate, directly pushing the wheelchair towards the room.
Jean Shaw, jumping mad with rage, said with a twisted face, "Ivana Monroe, who do you think you are? When elders speak, juniors have no right to interfere. Get out of here."
"Ivana! Look how seriously your sister is spitting blood. Maybe you shouldn’t say too much."
"Yeah! After all, the old man is the head of the family. For his granddaughter to spit blood, going to the room seems a bit unsuitable, doesn’t it?"
Kimberly and Sylvia, those two fence-sitters, suddenly switched sides and sided with Jean Shaw.
The old man’s fondness for Timmy was practically on the tip of his tongue, they were also afraid that in his old age, the old man would not have control over his mind and would suddenly give all his inheritance to Timmy.
Even if Ivana Monroe promised to share it with them, it wouldn’t matter! That’s just a verbal promise. If the old man gave everything to Timmy, Ivana Monroe’s words wouldn’t count!
With cold eyes, Ivana Monroe swept over the three talking people, and with an extrely cold voice, said, "Enough, stop being so hypocritical. Besides money, what else is in your hearts? Be truthful! Do you really want to force Grandfather to divide his inheritance today to satisfy your desires?"
Jean Shaw couldn’t stand Ivana Monroe’s attitude of not caring about anything. Just because the old man loved her, he wouldn’t treat her poorly. If the old man gave her nothing, Ivana Monroe might make a scene even fiercer than anyone else.
"Whether or not we divide the old man’s property has nothing to do with you. If you have the guts, don’t take a penny from the old man," Jean Shaw gnashed her teeth.
"Ivana! Don’t speak so harshly! The old man is getting on in years, so it’s only right to clarify things afterward to prevent conflicts, isn’t it?"
"Third sister is right, Ivana Monroe, if you don’t want the old man’s inheritance, just be quiet! Otherwise, this will never end, and the old man won’t have peace."
Kimberly and Sylvia finished speaking.
Michelle, lying on the ground, shed tears and said, "I know, Grandfather never liked since I was a child. Now that Dad has soone else outside, you all bully my mom. It’s better to make things clear. I fear if I go to the hospital, sothing could happen, and my mom’s future life... unbearable, boohoo..."
The ambulance arrived quickly, but Michelle Monroe refused to get on it and go to the hospital, insisting on staying here to fight for her mother’s share of the inheritance.
No persuasion worked, and the dical staff had no choice.
Ivana Monroe walked over to Michelle, extending her hand.
Jean Shaw protected Michelle like a hen shielding her chick, "Ivana Monroe, what are you going to do to Michelle?"
Ivana Monroe picked at the dried blood on the ground with her fingers and sniffed it under her nose.
Michelle’s heart leapt violently, and her face was a picture.
"You really know how to spit blood, tasting of tomatoes?"
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