"You’re simply unreasonable." Grand Old Master Yorks raged on.
"Why should I reason with you? You devised a scheme and took away Shirley’s innocence. You even caused Angel to fall into depression. It's only because of Jay that I refuse to fight you." Old Master Severe roared.
Chloe said coldly, “Don't you feel ashamed at all to blame us? You think I don't know that Angeline's illness is genetic? That she contracted it even when she was already in her mother's womb? Angeline is lucky Jay doesn't despise her, and you’re here blaming us instead, saying that we’re the ones who made her ill?"
Zayne, the demon who pampered his sister without limits, retorted, "Nonsense. Neither my dad, my mom, nor I have such illness. My sister is ill because you harmed her over and over again. You broke the couple and separated her from her children. Do you think she would have this illness if you hadn’t made her life so miserable?"
Chloe looked at Zayne speechlessly. "Look at you, an adult man cursing like a fishwife on the streets. The Severes do know how to educate their kids, huh?"
Zayne was so furious that his lungs were about to
explode. He snarled, yelling, "Are you calling me a fishwife? I'm uneducated? Well, aren't you really educated then? You called my sister trash and scolded her for seducing your son. Why, it seems that the Yorks’ upbringing is as great as the gods.”
Old Master Severe did not expect that Chloe was such an unreasonable mother-in-law. When Zayne and Josephine first complained to him with righteous indignation, he thought they were exaggerating in order to defend Angeline, but now he realized that the accusations they made against Chloe were simply on point.
As a man who defended his own family members, Old Master Severe immediately served her with the same sauce by saying, "Hey, so this is Angeline's mother-in-law? Why is she sitting in a wheelchair? That’s no different from trash. Oh my, what's with her face?
Why does she look so ghastly? C’mon, don't come out and scare other people."
Chloe was so furious that even her breathing was impeded. "You-"
Old Master Severe said, "What's wrong? Can't stand m y criticism? Weren’t you so full of yourself when you scolded my Angeline back then? I thought you were really capable and that’s why you're so conceited, but i t turns out you’re just trash sitting in a wheelchair. Don’t you feel ashamed calling my Angeline trash? Did you not look at yourself in the mirror and see how hideous you look before scolding her?”
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