Chapter 113 Making Trouble In Public »
In the design department of the Larson Group considering, it wasn’t working hours yet, most employees were having breakfast.
“Why did you take the day off yesterday?” Gerda munched on her sandwich and inadvertently glanced at Janet. “Well, I had something private to deal with,” Janet mumbled.
She recalled the passionate kiss she shared with Ethan on the sofa last night. They had been kissing for quite a while. Her lips had become numb after it. Janet quickly brushed the thought away as her cheeks became hot.
Gerda arched an eyebrow and stud*ied her face. Seeing Janet giggle like a teenage girl, she understood what had happened. “Oh, you went on a date? Lind, please control yourself. We are in the company now. Don’t laugh like a crazy, lovesick woman.”
Janet immediately pursed her lips to suppress her smile. “Oh, come on. Stop talking nonsense.” Gerda didn’t want to argue with her. The sudden commotion downstairs caught her attention.
She looked out of the window and asked curiously, “What’s going on? Why have so many people gathered downstairs?” Many workers were standing by the window, staring downstairs. Janet also joined them to see what was going on. Her eyes widened; she was taken aback for a moment.
In the middle of the curious crowd stood Bernie and Fiona. Janet quickly ran downstairs. Seeing her come out of the building, Fiona quickly rushed to her, carrying a kraft paper bag. She looked depressed and indignant. Janet frowned at her.
“What are you doing here?” Strangely enough, both Bernie and Fiona were wearing ordinary, wrinkly clothes, unlike their usual expensive ones. They didn’t look wealthy and extravagant like they usually did but looked like two peasants who had just come out of their farm after work.
Fiona looked much older than usual. She looked like she was in her fifties or sixties, probably because she deliberately wore haggard makeup. The dark circles under her eyes and her wrinkly face made her look pitiful.
“You kept pestering us to give you money. Why else do you think we are doing here?” Fiona wiped her eyes, took out a stack of cash from the kraft paper bag, and purposefully handed it to Janet as all the employees watched them. Then, she sniffed and began to cry out loud.
“Don’t come to our house asking for money again. We’ve sold all our possessions to give you money. We don’t have anything else to give you. Please don’t f0rce us again. We can’t afford an adopted daughter like you. We have raised you all these years without expecting anything in return. But you can’t treat us this way. We are getting old.”
It looked like the two had come to the Larson Group just to ruin Janet’s reputation. Janet checked the money and realized at least three or four hundred thousand dollars were in the paper bag.
Besides, she had also saved up after selling the things she had got from them in the past. The money would be sufficient enough to meet Hannah’s medical expenses. Janet was thrilled. Now that she had the money, she didn’t have to worry about Hannah’s medical expenses anymore.
The fake pitiful looks on Bernie and Fiona’s faces disgusted her. Janet wasn’t in the mood to talk to them anymore. “Thank you. If you don’t have anything else to say, I’d better return to work.” Seeing that she was about to leave, Fiona hurriedly stopped her.
Janet tried wriggling out of her hold. But even before Janet pulled her hand back, Fiona screamed and fell to the ground. “How can you do this to us, Janet? You didn’t bother calling us your parents when I gave you the money. Now, you’ve pushed your mom to the ground. You’re an ungrateful daughter! God will punish you. If you have a conscience, tell everyone how we’ve raised you all these years. But you’ve forgotten all that. Money is all you need. But we have nothing left to give you. Do you want to take our lives? Would that satiate your greed?”
Janet crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Fiona. “You have never been nice to me. Now, you owe me money. What are you up to now? All right, go ahead. Bring it on. I’ll see what you can do.”
“You ungrateful b*tch!” Fiona waved her hands in exasperation. She continued to pound the ground and cry, which seemed to garner everyone’s attention.
It was working hours now. Several employees were walking in and out of the Larson Group. Hearing Fiona’s accusations, they cast a disgusted look at Janet.
“Gosh, could she be greed*ier?”
“Look at their clothes! Her parents look like they’re struggling to make ends meet. How could their daughter ask them for money instead of supporting them?”
“it’s said that she is an adopted daughter. How could an adopted daughter ask for money from her parents with such arrogance when she should be grateful for them?”