Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 696 Hell Hath No Fury

“Do you even deserve to be called human, you bunch? A trembling old man from the crowd couldn’t hold back his emotions. Being an elderly person himself, he understood the depths of despair that the deceased old lady must have felt.

Tears streamed down his face as he uttered vulgar words: “Your mother raised all four of you, but not a single one of you can take care of her!”

“You’re nothing but beasts, worse than animals! Your mother should have drowned you all in a bucket. when she gave birth to you!”

“You’re not human, you’re society’s scum, garbage…”

The old man continued his profanity-laden tirade, but his family quickly pulled him away, trying to shield him from the backlash that was brewing.

However, they couldn’t prevent the onslaught of insults from the surrounding people. The old lady’s children became the target of verbal abuse.

“Arrest them! Execute them!”

“I can’t believe we have such neighbors. Just thinking about it makes me sick.”

“Sigh, if only we had known earlier…”

The sentence trailed off, leaving it unfinished.

What was it?

Could it be that the neighbors were truly unaware of Daun’s mistreatment of his mother? Some were simply meddling too much, causing Daun’s wife to bear the brunt of the humiliation, unable to lift her head high.

Some were afraid to interfere, as they wondered what they could do. Could they take the old woman in and care for her themselves?

Some even contacted the nursing home and had the community intervene, but it all ended in vain. The old lady continued to wander between her three sons’ homes, without a place to call her own.

Reality often proves to be more brutal than imagination.

Daun and his siblings kept their heads lowered, unable to find words to defend themselves.

But deep down, they harbored a strong sense of resentment.

None of them believed that they were responsible for their mother’s death.

-In fact, after watching the video, they were even more convinced that it was the fault of their other

siblings.

Daun thought to himself, “If Tom and Shaun had opened the door, could our mother have died on his doorstep? How can they accuse me like this?”

the door, why would I be dragged into

seethed with anger, thinking. This is outrageous! Our mother has been crying outside everyone’s door all night, and

had received a house in the city or even a plot of land in the village, I would never have neglected my mother. As a

the old lady were all

were sentenced for abandonment, a

received a three-year sentence, while Tom and Shaun were sentenced to a year

understand. How

what left them speechless was the squabble among the daughters-in-law over

the weather was stormy with rain and strong winds-it seemed like too

returned to Alfornada, felt a sense of gloominess. Daun and his siblings

that they’ll end

that bad people will meet their downfall, but in reality, the more selfish they are, the better

baby always

instance, dance in public squares without regard for disturbing others, or forcefully occupy basketball or soccer

the insults hurled at them? Sorry, but for

extends to their children, who are burdened by their demands and have

there’s the saying ‘no

also shadow. Where there’s darkness, there’s light. This society has its fair share of cold realities, but it also has heartwarming acts of love and mutual assistance. It depends on what you choose to see… what kind of person

Lilly nodded.

Although, however…

couldn’t help but feel

could do something

had said, “No matter how frustrated you feel, never

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Inside the prison.

sewing machine, dragging his feet and slacking off. He didn’t care even if the

here. He would be out in three years, so why bother working

to make him do these menial tasks? What

on to assembling ballpoint pens. Growing increasingly impatient, he finally got

didn’t bother with cleaning like the others. He had been beaten up before, but he had

slept peacefully, arms crossed, making little grumbling

be pretty good if he didn’t have to do those annoying little tasks. At home, he still had chores. to do, and

It was peaceful here!

think that sending him here for rehabilitation would make him

a few fake tears and saying he was wrong, what could they do to

as he drifted off

night was destined to

standing in the Palace of

of Hell, his figure obscured by the light. Daun couldn’t