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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?”

Tom believed he was unjustly implicated, thinking. “He’s suffering unfairly. If Daun and Shaun had opened the door, why would I be dragged into this? It wasn’t even my turn to take care of our mother this month!”

is outrageous! Our mother has been crying outside everyone’s door all night, and Daun can just refuse to open the door. What kind of heartless person does

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 married woman living

children of the old lady were

for abandonment, a crime that led

while Tom and Shaun were sentenced to a year and a half each. Molly was given an

the verdict couldn’t understand. How could such a serious

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

since there was a typhoon and the weather

Alfornada, felt a sense of gloominess. Daun and his siblings were despicable, but she hadn’t expected their family members

children of their own? Aren’t they afraid that

she patted Lilly’s head. “We hope that bad people will meet their downfall, but in reality, the more selfish they are,

like a crying baby always gets the

many selfish elderly people who, for instance, dance in public squares without regard for disturbing

Sorry, but for them, it means nothing-it doesn’t even reach their ears.

children, who are burdened by their demands and have no choice but to support and care for them… Examples of this

‘no

fair share of cold realities, but it also has heartwarming acts of love and mutual assistance.

Lilly nodded.

Although, however…

help but feel unhappy.

could do something

matter how frustrated you feel, never let it

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Inside the prison.

on the sewing machine, dragging his feet and slacking off. He didn’t

would be out in three years,

make him do these menial tasks? What would happen if he refused to

the sewing machine, Daun reluctantly moved on to assembling ballpoint pens. Growing increasingly impatient, he finally got a break during mealtime.

He had been beaten up before, but

peacefully, arms crossed, making little grumbling sounds.

good if he didn’t have to do those annoying little tasks. At home,

was peaceful

people outside think that sending him here for rehabilitation would make him

gets out, shedding a few fake tears and saying he was wrong, what could they do to him…..

as he drifted off to sleep.

night was destined to be restless for him.

standing in the Palace of the Ruler of

person sat on the throne of the Ruler of Hell, his figure obscured by the light. Daun couldn’t see clearly, but he sensed a towering presence.

“Daun, do you know