Chapter 112 Vengeful Adopted Mother »
Fiona’s blood boiled after she hung up the phone. She gritted her teeth for a while before bursting into tears.
“Ah! Janet is out to destroy us! Bernie, you’d better man up and do something before it’s too late. Mark my words. I will divorce you and leave with Jocelyn if the Lind family goes bankrupt. Don’t expect me to languish in poverty with you!”
The events that led to Janet’s adoption replayed in her head at this moment. “I told you not to adopt a child, but you refused to listen to me. Your parents accused me of being infertile and made my life a living hell because we were childless. I was f0rced to adopt that child. She turned out to be a jinx who has made it her point of duty to destroy us. It’s all your fault. I didn’t do anything wrong, so I won’t suffer with you here!”
The bankruptcy news took Jocelyn by surprise. She sprang to her feet and asked anxiously, “Mom, what did you just say? We are on the verge of bankruptcy? How come? I thought we are extremely wealthy.”
She had been busy living a carefree life, so she knew very little about her family’s current financial situation. The death of Bernie’s father had dealt a huge blow to the Lind Group. Bernie was a pushover, so he couldn’t run the company like his father. It was harder for him because all the senior executives left with their loyal subordinates one after another.
Even now, he didn’t know what to do. He just curled up in the corner of the sofa like a child. After a while, he said, “Let bygones be bygones. We can’t undo what has already happened. Let’s focus on the issue on the ground. What should we do now?” This question added fuel to Fiona’s anger. As her hand which was holding the teacup shook, she shot him a cold glare.
“What else can we do? We need to give Janet the money in public, so everyone would know that we are honest people.”
“Mom, do we really need to give her the money? Don’t you think that b*tch has gotten enough from us? I am not in support of it!” Jocelyn angrily stamped her feet and added, “She’s always winning against us!”
“If we don’t give her the money, what else can we do? I honestly don’t know if Janet is winning because she has a powerful person backing her up or that we just have ill luck. How come Mr. Walton find out?” Fiona sighed and rubbed the comers of her eyes. She was so stressed that more wrinkles appeared on her face.
When she was done with the ma*s*sage, she looked at Jocelyn and said, “My dear daughter, you must marry a good and wealthy man. Janet is so arrogant now, and this is really driving us crazy. Fortunately, we still have you. You are our only hope. Don’t let us down. By the way, your relationship with Jason is going well, right?”
“Yes, Mom. Our relationship is blissful. Trust me, I won’t let you down.” Jocelyn quickly took a sip of her coffee to hide the guilt on her face after lying. She was yet to tell her mother that Jason had dumped her. The same person who put her family in this mess was also the reason why he broke up with her.
“Oh, you are a good child. Keep up the good work.” Fiona heaved a long sigh and slammed the cup on the table. Sheer resentment filled her up as she thought about her adopted daughter. She wiped her tears and spewed, “Janet is such an ungrateful b*tch! After everything we did for her, she wants to repay us with wickedness. Why did she open our family affairs to the public? Does she want me to commit suicide or d*ie of a heart attack before she would be satisfied?”
Bernie was still in that fetal position. “I’ll give Janet the money tomorrow and then talks to Mr. Walton about the cooperation. Let’s wait and see if things would pan out,” he said sheepishly. Fiona glared at him unwillingly. Losing the family’s fortune was one thing she could never accept.
The thought of being poor scared her out of her wits. ‘Aargh! We are about to lose everything because of that jinx, but we still have to give her the money. She must be very happy now!’ It began to rain heavily outside. The downpour was accompanied by thunder and lightning. Fiona wiped her t her fists tightly. A murderous expression replaced the sadness on her face in a trice. ‘
Janet, you will not go scot-free!’ She made up her mind to teach her adopted daughter an unforgettable lesson.