Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95: Chapter 95: A Family Wants to Stay?

When the old woman saw Seraphina Sullivan holding her precious grandson up like a little chick, she flew into a panic.

Forgetting all decorum, she lunged forward, claws out, trying to shove Seraphina Sullivan.

All the while, she spewed a stream of filthy curses:

"Hey! You damn bitch! How can a young girl like you be so vicious? How could you lay a hand on a child?! Let go of my grandson! Let us in! You’re so young, but you don’t have an ounce of compassion! With a heart that hard, you’re going to get what’s coming to you!"

Faced with the pestering family and a guilt-tripping Keith Griffith, Seraphina Sullivan’s expression remained utterly unmoved.

With a flick of her arm, she unceremoniously tossed the screeching brat back into the old woman’s arms. The force was considerable, making the old woman stagger and almost drop him.

"I never agreed to let any of you into my home."

Seraphina Sullivan’s voice was ice-cold, leaving no room for negotiation.

She then turned her head, her gaze sharp as a blade, and aimed it directly at Keith Griffith, who was pretending to mediate while actually fanning the flames.

"Since this ’Mr.’ Griffith here is so kind-hearted and eager to help, why don’t you invite this family to stay at your place? If I recall correctly, your apartment, 808, is on a high floor, so it isn’t flooded at all, is it? Is your home not big enough? Wouldn’t it be the perfect place to put up this ’poor’ family?"

Keith Griffith’s mouth twitched, choked by the blunt questions.

His face went pale, and he stammered, "Ah... well... Ms. Sullivan, you’ve misunderstood... My place... my place is small and rather messy. It really can’t fit this many people. I just saw that you live alone and have plenty of space, so I thought..."

Seraphina Sullivan couldn’t be bothered to listen to his nonsense and cut him off. "If you want to play the hero, that’s your business. I don’t care. But my home does not welcome uninvited guests! Understand?"

The old woman had just caught her grandson when she heard Seraphina’s words and flew into another rage. Pointing a finger in Seraphina Sullivan’s face, she began spewing all sorts of vile curses, her spittle flying everywhere.

Seraphina Sullivan didn’t even deign to lift an eyelid. She simply tilted her head slightly and said coolly to the person behind her, "Sean Chandler."

Sean Chandler, who had been standing silently just inside the doorway like a shadow, immediately took a step forward.

His tall frame nearly blocked the entire doorway.

He said nothing, but his eyes—cold, emotionless, and tempered by the slaughter of dungeons—swept dispassionately over the group outside.

The formless yet tangible pressure he exuded instantly silenced the squawking old woman and the sturdy man, Old Wright, who had been about to speak.

Even the crying child in their arms was frightened into silence.

Keith Griffith was also taken aback by Sean Chandler’s aura. Only then did he remember that Seraphina Sullivan had a man in her apartment who was not to be trifled with.

Seeing things were not going his way, Keith Griffith immediately put on an awkward expression. "Uh... haha, well, since it’s inconvenient for Ms. Sullivan, then... then let’s just forget it. We’ll figure something else out... Sorry for the trouble, sorry for the trouble..."

He dejectedly pulled along the still-dazed family of Old Wright and practically fled into the elevator.

Just then, the door across the hall opened a crack. Miss Webb peeked her head out, her face a mixture of concern and lingering fear.

"Sullivan, are you all right?" Miss Webb asked in a low voice, before shaking her head in disapproval.

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