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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!”

thinking. This is outrageous! Our mother has been crying outside everyone’s door all night, and Daun can just refuse to open the door.

in the city or even a plot

children of the old lady were all

a crime that

sentence, while Tom and Shaun were sentenced to a year and a half each. Molly was

learned of the verdict couldn’t understand. How could such a serious offense result in

daughters-in-law over who would handle the funeral arrangements for

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

gloominess. Daun and his siblings were despicable, but she hadn’t expected their family members to be just as

they afraid that they’ll end up like this

people will meet their downfall, but in reality,

crying baby always gets the

elderly people who, for instance, dance in public squares without regard for disturbing others, or forcefully occupy basketball or soccer fields, even the roads. They live happily

for them, it means nothing-it doesn’t even reach their

to their children, who are burdened by their demands and have no choice but to support and care

there’s the saying ‘no good deed goes

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

Lilly nodded.

Although, however…

couldn’t help but

believed she could do something about

matter how frustrated you feel, never let it get to

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Inside the prison.

and slacking off.

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

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

to assembling ballpoint pens. Growing increasingly impatient, he finally got a break during mealtime. He finished his meal and returned to his cell,

others. He had been beaten up before, but he had also

slept peacefully, arms crossed, making little grumbling

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

peaceful here!

here for rehabilitation would

and saying he was wrong, what could

he drifted off

night was destined to

himself standing in

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

chilling voice spoke, “Daun, do you know what