With a sharp "SNAP," Joyce Lawson’s grandmother shuddered, her entire body freezing stiff.
Her eyes flew wide, filled with disbelief and shock. It seemed she never imagined that her granddaughter—always so filial, obedient, and compliant—would dare to defy her today!
She had just snapped her thumb!
As the old saying goes, the ten fingers are linked to the heart.
As a piercing agony shot through her, Joyce Lawson’s grandmother trembled from head to toe.
Beads of sweat instantly broke out on her forehead. She fought the urge to scream, but with her mouth sealed by duct tape, all her wails were choked back down her throat.
Feeling the tremors from the woman behind her, Joyce Lawson’s eyes were cold and devoid of any pity.
She clutched the broken thumb tightly, tilted her head slightly, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "’Does it hurt? ...Grandma, do you remember when I was twelve? I ate a piece of meat that fell on the table, and you smashed four of my fingers for it.’"
Joyce’s tone was light, as if she were discussing something trivial.
Ever since Gregory Lawson was born, Joyce Lawson’s grandmother had increasingly favored the boy. She decreed that all the best food and drink in the house belonged to Gregory, even forbidding Joyce from eating meat.
One time, Joyce saw a scrap of ground meat fall on the table. Unable to resist, she secretly picked it up and ate it.
Unexpectedly, Joyce Lawson’s grandmother flew into a rage on the spot. She cursed Joyce, calling her a gluttonous fiend, and then smashed four of Joyce’s fingers with a brick.
Although the broken fingers eventually healed, Joyce would never forget that piercing pain for the rest of her life.
Joyce Lawson’s grandmother didn’t seem to hear what Joyce said. Even if she had, she was in no condition to respond now.
The excruciating pain radiating from her hand made it impossible to think. At her age, how could she possibly endure such agony!
But even so, Joyce had no intention of letting her go.
She released the grandmother’s thumb, grabbed her index finger, and with another vicious twist—SNAP!—she broke that one, too.
The world went black for Joyce Lawson’s grandmother. She broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, and her heart began to seize.
When the third finger was snapped, Joyce Lawson’s grandmother couldn’t take it anymore and passed out from the sheer pain.
Noticing her grandmother go limp behind her, Joyce expressionlessly dropped the old woman’s hand.
She sneered inwardly. ’I didn’t even pass out when she broke four of my fingers back then...’
The commotion from Joyce’s side didn’t disturb the others. At that moment, Yvonne York and Mason Lawson’s entire focus was on their precious son, Gregory Lawson.
Seeing that Yvonne York still refused to agree, Drake Lowell sneered, a savage look on his face. He lifted his foot again and kicked Gregory Lawson’s chest with all his might!
With a sharp
"CRACK,"
several of Gregory Lawson’s ribs snapped!
His body trembled violently, his face as pale as a sheet.
Drake Lowell ripped the rag from Gregory Lawson’s mouth. A large mouthful of fresh blood immediately spewed out, staining the front of his shirt red.
The sight made both Yvonne York and Mason Lawson break down completely.
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