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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!”

seethed with anger, thinking. This 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

married off is like water thrown away. I am the epitome of injustice. If I had received a house in the city or even a plot of land in the village, I would never have neglected my mother. As

old

a crime that led to their own mother’s

were sentenced to a year and a half each. Molly

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

the daughters-in-law over who would handle the

and the weather was stormy with rain and strong winds-it

gloominess. Daun and his siblings were despicable,

afraid that they’ll end up like this when

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

baby always gets the milk.

in public squares without regard for disturbing others, or forcefully occupy basketball or soccer fields, even the roads. They live happily in their little worlds.

the insults hurled at them? Sorry, but for them, it means nothing-it doesn’t even

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

there’s the saying ‘no good deed goes

moment before answering. “Indeed, there are many such phenomena. Where there’s sunshine, there’s 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 you choose

Lilly nodded.

Although, however…

but

do something

you feel, never let it

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Inside the prison.

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

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

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

pens. Growing increasingly impatient, he finally got a

He had been beaten up before, but he had also fought back.

peacefully, arms crossed,

little tasks. At home, he still had chores. to do, and he would be

was peaceful here!

sending him here for rehabilitation would

he gets out, shedding a few fake tears and saying he was wrong, what could

thought about it as he drifted off to sleep.

to be restless for

eyes, he found himself standing in the Palace

sat on the throne of the Ruler of Hell, his figure obscured by the light. Daun

chilling voice spoke, “Daun, do you know