Chapter 290 Mouths That Make Graves
Chapter 290 Mouths That Make Graves
Mrs. Walker started following the exact same road Flora had walked, heading out every day to buy fresh meat. One day, she tripped over a rock and fell hard–shattering her pelvis.
From that point on, she was half–paralyzed. Even after she healed, she could only shuffle to the bathroom by holding onto the wall. Gone were the days of stomping around and barking orders.
Her new daughter–in–law, heavily pregnant, shouted at her for being useless. “I’m about to give birth! Who’s got money for your wheelchair? Walk on your own–maybe it’ll help your bones heal faster!”
Eventually, the child was born safe and sound. Mrs. Walker, however, stayed the same–slow, frail, and dependent. She now had to look to her daughter–in–law for food and drink. Her son, ever the silent one, said nothing. But this time, he stood by and watched his wife ignore his mother–and said not a word. At most, he personally brought food to his wife.
Cries and howls were often heard from Mrs. Walker’s room, but no one in the village came to comfort her. Everyone said she had fallen in the very spot Flora had died. This was Flora’s revenge. This was karma–justice for the Walker family’s wicked matriarch.
When Freya finished telling the story, she slowly added one more line:
“Being born with the gift of speech is a blessing. But that same mouth is also the very first gate to creating bad karma. Words may be formless and weightless, but they can shape a person’s fate. Don’t you agree, Ms. Jane?”
There was no mistaking her meaning. As someone with a calculating mind, Jane Jarvis picked up on it instantly–and was furious.
Right on cue, Aiden looked up, wide–eyed and innocent. “So, Freya, you mean people should be kind with their words and not say mean things, right?”
Freya gently patted his head. “Exactly right.”
Jane forced a polite, fake smile. “Aiden’s such a smart boy. Freya, I’ve got someth over there, so I’ll catch you later, okay?”
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As soon as she left, Aiden curled his lip and leaned toward Freya. “That woman’s smile is so fake. She definitely came over to stir up trouble. I bet she thought you were dumb and wouldn’t catch on to what she was really saying.”
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Chapter 290 Mouths That Make Graves.
“And yet she brought her resentment over to pick a fight with me for no reason at all. Clearly she’s not that smart.”
“That’s what we call being ‘too clever for her own good. She thinks too highly of herself. It’s probably just because you’re prettier than she is–she’s jealous,” Aiden said seriously
“My uncle told me some women think being pretty and saying sweet things will get men to do whatever they want. Those kinds of people never make a move unless there’s something in it for them. And they always hate anyone prettier than them. That woman? Classic example. You better keep your distance or she’ll just keep grossing you out.”
Freya was amazed. “You know a lot. How do you even know she’s that kind of woman?”
Aiden puffed up proudly. “Uncle told me–whenever you go somewhere, first observe your surroundings. When I got here, I saw that woman surrounded by a bunch of guys. The way she talked–acting all innocent and delicate–it wasn’t natural. And when those guys looked over at you instead of her, her expression changed.”
“Wait, hold on–you picked up on all that the second you walked in?” Freya was stunned. What in the world had Louis been teaching this kid? How did he even notice all that?
Compared to Aiden, she felt like a complete amateur. When she’d entered, all she’d done was glance at the room itself, not the people.
She tried to recall their expressions from earlier–but came up blank. “You even remember her facial expression?”
“Instant memory. I trained for it. It’s not that hard,” Aiden said casually, though he looked incredibly pleased with himself.
Freya praised him generously, and the little guy couldn’t help but show off a bit.
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