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"No one should get mixed up in the Lynch family’s business," Irene Lynch cursed. "I’ll go warn the others later. They’re leeches. Once they get their hooks in you, you’re cursed for life."

Grace Winslow hurried over to calm her down. "There, there, Mom. Don’t be angry."

"But why would they suddenly show up here? We’ve always kept a low profile. We haven’t done anything to attract their attention, have we?"

Irene Lynch snorted. "I bet so jealous busybody wrote to the Lynch family and told them we’ve been doing well for ourselves lately."

"That pack of bastards... If my father hadn’t insisted on forcing my mother to bear a son, how could she have died so young?"

"She was only in her thirties when she passed. And she’d barely been gone two days before he couldn’t wait to marry another woman and bring her ho. A woman who was already pregnant with Stephen Lynch."

"Stephen Lynch is his spitting image. Don’t even try to tell he’s not his biological son. I’d die before I believed that."

"I don’t even want to talk about them. It’s just bad luck."

"Grace, you haven’t eaten yet, have you? I’ll go make you sothing nice," Irene Lynch said, waving her hand dismissively, unwilling to speak another word about the Lynch family.

Stephen Lynch and Patricia Payne spent a long ti at the door, cursing and carrying on.

Laura Lynch cried and even knelt, but the door remained shut.

The neighbors, on the other hand, were curious and gathered around to watch the spectacle.

"Heartless! Irene Lynch is truly heartless! She’s living the good life in the city while leaving her own parents to suffer in the countryside! They’re old and sick, and they just wanted to co to the city for a few comfortable days, but she won’t even allow that! She even threw us out!"

"You city folk look down on us country people! You won’t even acknowledge your own parents! You’re so heartless..."

Seeing that a crowd was gathering, Patricia Payne began to wail with even more gusto.

Laura Lynch started crying along with her, mimicking Patricia’s tone as she hurled insults.

"No wonder," one neighbor chid in. "That Irene Lynch never goes back to her family for the New Year. I thought they were all dead. Turns out she just ca to the city to live the good life and abandoned her own parents without a second thought."

"Truly heartless. No wonder her daughter kicked up such a fuss about getting a divorce over sothing so trivial. And she’s mixed up with so old man, too. She denied it at first and even hit soone, didn’t she? The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. With a mother that heartless, what kind of decent daughter could she possibly raise?"

"Exactly! You really can’t judge a book by its cover. If it were , I’d go to her office and cause a scene. Best if it gets her fired. How does soone like that even deserve a proper job?"

Many of the neighbors were envious of how well the Winslow family had been doing lately.

Especially Grace Winslow. She was the talk of Prospera Town. Who hadn’t heard her na by now?

They heard she was making two to three hundred a month in salary, a sum that made countless people burn with envy.

Now that they had the chance, they certainly weren’t going to pass up an opportunity to kick soone while they were down.

When Patricia Payne saw how much the surrounding crowd supported her, she was instantly emboldened.

"Exactly! That Irene Lynch is truly heartless. She has only one brother, yet she’d rather leave the family house to her daughter than to him. Tell , what kind of sense does that make?"

"If she won’t even help her own family, is she going to help strangers instead?"

"Do you know where her office is?"

Patricia Payne wanted to seize the opportunity to find out where Irene Lynch worked.

Patricia Payne was shouting so loudly at the door that Grace Winslow could hear her clearly from the living room.

She frowned. After a mont of thought, she walked to the entrance and yanked the door open.

The chattering neighbors imdiately fell silent at the sight, quickly pulling their heads back inside.

They were afraid of getting another beating from Irene Lynch.

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