Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392: Chapter 392: Rebellion

After Melody Summers left, Joyce Lawson clutched the taser in her hand, her heart pounding with anxiety.

She had wanted to go with Melody to 1603, but Melody had refused, no matter what, insisting on going alone.

Before she left, Melody Summers had warned her again and again to stay put at home and not go anywhere.

Joyce Lawson paced back and forth in the living room for a while, periodically peering out through the peephole. She started to feel cold, so she went back to the bedroom and sat anxiously on the bed.

On the floor, Mason Lawson had stopped struggling. He just stared at Joyce with hateful eyes, his gaze an accusation, demanding to know why she wouldn’t untie him.

Joyce gave him a cold look, the hatred in her eyes no less than his.

Just then, Joyce’s grandmother, who had been unconscious on the floor, suddenly stirred. A groan escaped her lips.

She was awake.

Under Joyce’s icy gaze, her grandmother slowly climbed to her feet.

She ripped the tape from her mouth and looked around, bewildered, then saw Joyce sitting on the bed, watching her without expression.

She froze, frowning instinctively. "Are those robbers gone? ...Why are you the only one here? ...Where’s your brother, Gregory?"

Joyce continued to watch her coldly, without saying a word.

Joyce’s grandmother’s brow furrowed as the memories from before she passed out flooded back into her mind...

Recalling what happened before she passed out and feeling the excruciating pain in her right hand, she was instantly enraged. ’I’ll beat this granddaughter of mine to death right here and now!’

She took two steps forward, lunged at Joyce, and grabbed her by the collar. "You good-for-nothing girl!" she roared. "How dare you break my fingers! I’m going to beat you to death!"

With that, she raised her hand and swung a vicious slap toward the side of Joyce’s face—

But to her surprise, Joyce didn’t just swallow her anger and endure it like she always had.

Joyce caught her grandmother’s descending hand. Then, to the old woman’s astonishment, Joyce retaliated with two backhanded slaps, striking her hard across the face!

SLAP! SLAP! The two sharp sounds echoed through the empty room.

Joyce’s grandmother was completely stunned.

Her face was a mask of disbelief. She pointed a trembling finger at Joyce as she staggered backward, crying out, "You... you... you actually dared to hit me..."

Not watching her feet as she backed away, she tripped over Mason Lawson. Losing her balance, she fell right on top of him!

"OOF!—"

"AGH!—"

Joyce’s grandmother and father cried out at the same time.

When she saw that the person beneath her was her own son, Mason Lawson, the grandmother was shocked. "Son, you... why are you still tied up?!"

Her hands trembling, she quickly began to untie the ropes binding her son.

As she worked on the ropes, she muttered nonstop, "Oh, Son, did those bandits take your wife, Mona Lawson, away? Sigh, you have to look on the bright side. Mom will find you a new wife... Oh, and where did our Gregory run off to? Is he in the bathroom? How come the only one left in the room is that good-for-nothing girl Joyce..."

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