Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Comeuppance

Miss Dunn snorted. "The ancients? Don’t you drag them into this. Even people in ancient times weren’t this backwards. Back then, if a man dared to abandon his wife and son, ignore his bedridden parents and infant child to run off with someone else, he’d be kicked out of the entire clan!"

The other Miss Dunn chimed in, "Exactly. And if you want to be a filial son to your paralyzed father, you should do it yourself. Why do you insist on making your mother do it for you? Is he your father, or is he your mother’s father?"

By now, the crowd of onlookers understood what was going on, and they once again aimed their fire at Regan Sterling and his son.

"Exactly! Your dad took the money to go have fun with his mistress when he was young, not caring if you lived or died, but now you’re all concerned about him! You’re really something else!"

"I think I get it now. This is a family of ungrateful leeches, spanning three generations! The father and son ganged up to run off their own mother back in the day and had no contact for years. Now that they see she’s doing well, the son has come crawling back with his own kid!"

"You little brat, you were playing us, weren’t you?"

"Ma’am, I’m so sorry about before. I had no idea what was really going on. That kid’s crying was so convincing, I actually fell for his crap. PTUI! Disgusting!"

"That old man who abandoned his wife and son really got a sweet deal in life. He didn’t have to carry the child or raise him, and he still ended up with such a devoted son for free."

"You’re a grown man! It’s bad enough you have no sense of responsibility, but to use your own son as a shield and drag him here to cause a scene? Aren’t you afraid you’ll turn him into a delinquent!"

"Oh, come on, that little boy is no good, either. A minute ago he was wailing that he was starving to death, screaming for his grandma. But look at all that blubber on him. When he was rolling on the floor, two security guards couldn’t even hold him down. He’s like a little pig. Does that look like a starving kid to you?"

"Exactly. He also said kids at school tease him for not having a grandmother. How weird is that? I’ve only ever heard of kids getting teased for not having a mom or a dad, who teases someone for not having a grandma? He’s so young, and yet not a single word of truth comes out of his mouth. Like father, like son!"

"That poor lady. Can you imagine taking care of two bedridden parents-in-law? That’s enough to work someone to death. And now this father-son duo wants her to take care of a paralyzed old man on top of that. They’re trying to suck the very marrow from her bones!"

...

Amidst the crowd’s fervent discussion, Regan Sterling and his son were forcibly dragged away by security guards, shoved into an elevator, and taken downstairs.

Seeing that the show was over, the crowd began to disperse and return to their rooms.

The Summers family gathered around Miss Lowell to comfort her. Melody Summers said, "Miss Lowell, Regan Sterling is almost certainly going to lose his job. Don’t worry. He’ll be thrown out of the Nimbus Hotel shortly, and then he won’t be able to harass you anymore."

Melody thought for a moment and added, "And from the looks of it, Theo Sterling is quite chubby. They don’t seem to be doing that badly. They shouldn’t be starving, at least for now."

Melody said this because she was worried Miss Lowell would feel sorry for her grandson. After all, as they say, the bond between grandparents and their grandchildren is a special one.

Grace also chimed in reassuringly, "That’s right. They look well-fed and clothed. You shouldn’t worry about them too much."

Miss Lowell heaved a long sigh. She understood what they were getting at. Shaking her head, she said slowly, "My grandson? ...My grandson is not my weakness."

The fact that Miss Lowell had been able to decisively cut all ties, take all her money, and move to Mount Anworth to live alone all those years ago proved she wasn’t the kind of woman who could be easily controlled by her son or grandson.

She wasn’t going to let herself be bled dry just because someone pleaded, ’It’s for the child’s sake’.

Frowning, Miss Lowell continued, "I’m just afraid they won’t let this go."

Miss Lowell remembered how Regan, in his previous attempts to force her to yield, had contacted the media, showed up at the school where she worked, and even harassed the school’s administration.

When he saw that she still wouldn’t give in, he started spreading malicious rumors about her to her friends and family.

Miss Lowell knew Regan very well. He was the type of person who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

If Regan lost his job at the hotel, he would be even more unwilling to back down. He might even try to drag everyone down with him.

Miss Dunn walked over, helping the elder Miss Dunn. They comforted Miss Lowell, saying, "Don’t you worry. The Nimbus Hotel has very tight security. These days, plenty of desperate people try to get in here—some who can’t afford food, others who can’t bear the heat outside. If the hotel’s security couldn’t stop a couple of people like them, this place would have gone out of business long ago."

Winnie Summers nodded in agreement. "She’s right, Miss Lowell. Don’t worry. There’s nothing they can do. In a few days, we’ll be moving back to The Metropolis Residences, and they’ll never find us again."

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