Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 397

Chapter 397: Chapter 397: A Complete Break

Gregory Lawson had always been the family’s little emperor. Spoiled by everyone, he was used to lording it over them at home. Whenever he was the slightest bit displeased, he would beat and kick his sister, Joyce Lawson.

This time, however, Joyce refused to indulge him. Without a moment’s hesitation, she shot her hand out and caught Gregory’s fists as they rained down on her.

Then, she lifted her leg and, with all her might, kicked Gregory away as if he were a soccer ball!

Gregory’s body flipped backward, rolled once across the floor, and then slammed heavily onto the ground.

Drake Lowell had already broken Gregory’s ribs with a kick. Now, after being kicked again by Joyce, the new injury piled onto the old. He instantly coughed up another mouthful of blood!

Yvonne York’s pupils contracted at the sight. She scrambled over, cradling Gregory’s body, and cried out anxiously, "Son! Son, are you all right?!"

A searing, tearing pain shot through his chest. Gregory’s young face was completely contorted in agony, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

He clutched Yvonne York’s hand and stammered, "...Mom... I-it hurts so much... You... you have to kill that worthless bitch Joyce for me..."

Yvonne York’s heart ached as she looked at her precious son’s pale face.

She lifted her head and glared furiously at Joyce Lawson, roaring, "Joyce Lawson! How could you do that to Gregory? He’s your own brother! You—you’re so vicious! Is that any way for a sister to behave?!"

Faced with Yvonne York’s rage, Joyce Lawson just sneered and said coolly, "He doesn’t treat me like his sister. So why should I acknowledge him as my brother?"

’What kind of brother constantly beats and kicks his sister, calling her "worthless baggage" with every other breath?’

’Since Gregory Lawson didn’t treat her like a sister, she certainly wasn’t going to acknowledge him as her brother.’

Yvonne York’s expression didn’t change. Her face still contorted with rage, she demanded, "He’s just young and immature! He doesn’t know any better! You’re the adult, can’t you just let it go?!"

Joyce lowered her gaze and said coldly, "He’s not that young. When I was his age, I was already cooking for the entire family. Since Gregory doesn’t treat me like a sister, I won’t treat him like a brother. Mom, you’d better keep him in line."

The implication was clear: if Yvonne York couldn’t control Gregory, Joyce wouldn’t show him any mercy.

Yvonne York’s face turned pale. She shook her head, her eyes filled with disappointment as she looked at Joyce. "Joyce, how... how did you become like this? You’ve disappointed me so much... Since you won’t acknowledge him as your brother, then... then you might as well not acknowledge me as your mother, either!"

In the past, whenever Yvonne said that, Joyce would immediately lower her head and apologize.

But this time, Joyce just let out a cold laugh. Her sharp gaze locked onto Yvonne’s eyes as she said in a heavy tone, "...Have you ever really treated me like a daughter? When those two thugs broke in earlier, weren’t you the one who offered to let them take me away? ...Surely you haven’t forgotten?"

The moment Joyce finished speaking, Yvonne’s eyes flew wide in disbelief. She couldn’t believe her always gentle and obedient daughter would actually speak to her that way.

Yvonne stared at Joyce blankly for a moment, then guiltily averted her gaze, unable to meet her daughter’s eyes.

But she still tried to defend herself stubbornly. "...I-I had no choice! At the time... at the time, they were threatening to kill your brother! What else was I supposed to do...?"

Before Yvonne could finish, Joyce let out a sudden, self-deprecating laugh.

’Of course,’ she thought. ’In my mother’s heart, only my brother, Gregory, is important. I’m the one who can be discarded at any time.’

Joyce touched the taser in her pocket. As she watched her mother and brother clinging to each other, she felt a wave of conflict.

She suddenly remembered that before Gregory was born, Yvonne had actually been very good to her.

Back then, her paternal grandparents had blamed Yvonne for failing to produce a son and scorned Joyce as a worthless mouth to feed. They often withheld food from mother and daughter, and Joyce was frequently so hungry she felt like her stomach was stuck to her spine.

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