With each sentence Sumr Monroe spoke, the man’s face grew paler.
By the ti Sumr finished speaking, his face was completely bloodless, and his guilty conscience was laid bare.
The old lady listened, her face full of shock.
But then she internally denied it.
She couldn’t believe a word Sumr said, how could her eldest son harm her younger son?
Yet, when the old lady turned to look at her eldest son, his pale face left her stunned.
"You..." the old lady stamred, "was it really you who hard your brother?"
"I-I didn’t! Mom, don’t listen to them, they’re just making excuses because they can’t cure him. You can’t believe that woman’s words!"
The man instinctively defended himself.
But since she had raised him, she could read his expressions like an open book.
The old lady was furious and disappointed, a bit at a loss.
How could two good brothers end up like this?
Sumr Monroe spoke at the right mont, "Old lady, do you still think I was wrong to hit him?"
It was as if the old lady didn’t hear her at all, slowly getting up from her eldest son.
Her face was extrely complicated, and no one knew what she was thinking.
But her face also gradually turned pale, as if she couldn’t catch her breath.
Seeing this, Sumr stepped forward and pressed on an acupoint on the old lady’s wrist before she could react.
This acupoint could calm one’s emotions and prevent excessive agitation.
Sure enough, as soon as she pressed it, the old lady finally exhaled and displayed an extrely angry expression.
Sumr saw the old lady raise her hand high and then slap her eldest son.
The old lady delivered a heavy slap.
With a crisp "slap," the man’s cheek swelled visibly, making his already bruised face look even more like a pig’s head.
"Hiss..." The man gasped in pain, crying out.
The old lady’s face showed no pity as she said through gritted teeth, "Pain? You know pain, but doesn’t your brother? He has such a disease, and not only do you not try to cure him, but you also make him take poison! You little wretch, I wasted giving birth to you!"
"Mom!" The man, being beaten and scolded, beca a bit irrational.
He knew that since Sumr said so, it must have been confessed by that useless brother of his.
Knowing he couldn’t hide it any longer, he stood up to explain himself, saying, "I was doing it for him! Do you know how much it costs to treat his illness? Only by doing this could he afford the treatnt! You can’t bla for this!"
"So what? A person must have integrity! Without it, what’s the point of living? I’d rather him die than use cursed money for his treatnt!" The old lady was both stubborn and clearheaded.
Sumr observed this and gained a new level of respect for the old lady.
This backbone stood very straight.
The man shook his head, "Crazy, you’re all crazy! I wasted planning for you!"
"Planning for them?" Isaac Ross spoke with a cold smirk, "You’re planning for yourself, right? Records show you went to a Zentara casino last month and lost ten million. And what you were promised was ten million. You must have thought your brother’s death could make you money, didn’t you?"
"You-you guys... you investigated !"
The man was livid with rage.
The old lady was even more furious, raising her hand to slap the man again.
This ti the man was unwilling to be hit and directly pushed the old lady, ready to run away.
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