Poof~
If Ivana Monroe had tea in her mouth at that mont, she would surely spit it out. The old man from the Price family still had his mind on those ten billion?
The mother of Preston’s wife widened her eyes in shock, as if she didn’t expect the old man to demand an apology from Ivana Monroe just to get money.
Sarah Pierce laughed, "Even a bank doesn’t just take out ten billion and call it ten billion! Besides, Ivana and Preston’s family doesn’t run a bank."
As soon as she finished speaking.
Several glares swept over her, Lucas Pierce glared at Sarah Pierce fiercely, with an expression as if he’d seen an enemy.
Preston felt like swearing at Sarah Pierce, but he kept silent, knowing soone else would reprimand this little brat.
"You little brat, are you trying to make angry? Is this your place to speak?" The old man of the Price family angrily scolded.
"Dad, don’t be mad, Sarah didn’t an it like that." Peter Pierce hurriedly explained for Sarah, fearing her relationship with the old man would be strained again.
"Not like that? Then what does she an? Peter, you don’t need to make excuses for her. I’ve long said, this little brat is a thankless wretch. Raising her is worse than raising a dog."
From the day Sarah Pierce was born, the old man never liked her. Every ti he saw she was a girl, he disdained her greatly. Now, with his harsh words, the old man’s mouth was as venomous as could be.
Sarah Pierce’s eyes suddenly turned red, her fingers clenching tightly as she angrily said, "I’m the thankless wretch, then what are you? Don’t forget, I’m your granddaughter, carrying your blood. Doesn’t that make you an old thankless wretch?"
Peter Pierce shouted, "Sarah, don’t speak to Grandpa like that..."
Before Peter Pierce could finish his words.
Sarah Pierce cried as she shouted at him, "Are you going to make apologize to him again? I won’t apologize. When I was a child, he never spent a day with . Even when I grew up, he never bought a candy. Why does he have the right to call thankless wretch? Or say that raising is worse than raising a dog?"
"Dad, if you agree with , I hope you will stand by my side. If you agree with him..."
The tears in Sarah Pierce’s eyes flowed fiercely, as if she had made up her mind.
Shirley Pearson felt a heartache. She hated it! Peter Pierce treated their daughter this way; it was clearly the old man’s fault, yet Peter would never speak against him and instead take it out on his daughter.
Is this how a father should behave?
Ivana Monroe frowned. Sarah Pierce was the old man’s legitimate granddaughter, but he never treated her like one and spoke harshly about her without restraint.
If soone who didn’t know them overheard, they’d think the old man and Sarah Pierce were bitter enemies!
To put it plainly, it was the old man’s feudal mindset of favoring males over females at work.
In the old man’s eyes, only Lucas mattered, and he never cared about anyone else. If he could scam a penny, he’d scam a penny; if he could scam them all, he’d scam them all.
The ultimate old fox.
Sarah Pierce suddenly rushed to the bedside cabinet and picked up the fruit knife on top.
The old man of the Price family was horribly scared: "You... you want to kill ?"
At that mont, Preston and Lucas not only didn’t rush to save the old man, they backed away farther than anyone, afraid Sarah Pierce might hurt them in her craziness.
It was the honest Peter Pierce who ran to shield the old man: "Sarah, don’t do anything rash. Impulsiveness is the devil. Dad doesn’t want to see you jailed."
The mother of Preston’s wife was so scared her face turned white. She wanted to stop her but was afraid; after all, it was a real knife glinting coldly!
Ivana Monroe stayed the calst, looking deeply at Sarah Pierce, seeing the grievance and sadness in her eyes, Ivana Monroe frowned. Sarah had picked up the knife not to hurt the old man, but...
What happened next confird Ivana’s suspicion.
Sarah Pierce moved her hand, pressing the knife against her own neck, and sorrowfully said: "Dad, am I such a despicable person in your eyes? Do you think I would take a knife to harm my family?"
Seeing this, Peter Pierce imdiately reacted, deeply regretting, his voice trembling as he said, "No, Sarah, Dad didn’t think that. Just now things happened too suddenly, I didn’t have ti to think."
"Sarah, please don’t do anything foolish, okay? Dad only has you as a daughter. If you’re hurt, it would pain Dad greatly."
Shirley Pearson cried: "Sarah, Mom agrees with you, Mom stands by your side. Don’t hurt yourself, don’t do sothing foolish to hurt yourself because of this old fool."
Wuwuwu...
If she had known this old fool would push her daughter to this point, she wouldn’t have brought her to see him today.
Shirley Pearson was furious, turning to point at the old man and cursed: "I hate you, you old fool. You’ve lived so many years, still want to stir trouble, and force my daughter. Why don’t you die? If you die, our family will have peace."
The old man saw Peter on his front, realizing Sarah didn’t want to harm him with the knife.
How could he tolerate Shirley Pearson’s attitude?
He shook with rage: "The one who should die is you, you worthless woman who can’t produce a son, just birthed a money-draining burden. Look at what kind of person this burden is? In the past, you two brats would have been whipped to death by our family’s people with no self-awareness. Have any sha to curse ?"
In the past, if he were a bit younger, Shirley’s words earlier would make him jump up and shredded her mouth.
But now, his health was failing, and Peter, being honest and useless, wouldn’t help him tear Shirley Pearson’s mouth.
The old man was angry inside, his unambitious son dared not abuse his wife? A woman needed to be beaten if disobedient. Without a beating, they think they’re invincible.
Look at Shirley Pearson, isn’t she propped up to the skies by his useless son?
"Shut up, what right do you have to curse my mom?"
Sarah Pierce redirected the knife from her neck to point at the old man.
"I will curse your mom. She married into the Price family and didn’t give a grandson, just bore you, the thankless wretch, a money-draining burden. My curse is light on her."
With Peter in front, the old man wasn’t afraid Sarah would actually stab him with the knife.
"Stop arguing, Shirley, Dad, please be quiet! Everyone say less, we’re all family, don’t act like enemies. Sarah, put down the knife, don’t accidentally hurt your dad, don’t accidentally hurt yourself, whatever you want to say, let’s communicate well." The mother of Preston’s wife urged nearby.
Poof~
Ivana Monroe suddenly laughed.
The laugh was so out of place.
The mother of Preston’s wife turned, glaring at her.
Ivana Monroe seed not to notice, looked at the old man and smiled: "Do you really despise won that much?"
The old man didn’t answer, he hesitated. If soone else asked, he would certainly say yes. His old catchphrase used to be "What’s good about girls? Money-draining burdens."
But now, he wanted to extort money from Ivana Monroe. Would his disdainful words toward won make her refuse to give him money?
Seeing the old man remain silent, Ivana Monroe continued smiling: "Old man, I want to say... was your mother not a woman? Without won, where would you co from?"
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