Chapter 185 Nothing Will Be Presented
"Take them away." Barbara coughed lightly. "The pillow and the flowers, take them away..."
The whole room was filled with a strong floral scent, and with something pressing against her waist, even her breathing became difficult.
"Mom, Isla is filial to you!" Mrs. Wilson felt deep disgust for the old lady's ingratitude, but she still put on a filial appearance. "Isla also bought you a new tablet. Isla, how much did that computer cost?"
"Six thousand dollars."
"You see, Isla is so respectful towards you!" Mrs. Wilson said with a smile. "Isla, go get the new computer! Mom, you don't know how obedient Isla is. She knew you love Peking Opera and downloaded it for you in advance..."
"Grandma, these are all performances by the musical actors you like..." Isla presented the computer like a treasure to the old lady.
"I said, take them away..." She truly felt unwell and didn't have the energy to take them away!
Mr. Wilson saw that the old lady really disliked the pillow and flowers, so he signaled to Isla. Isla could only reluctantly set down the computer and take away the pillow and flowers.
"If grandma doesn't like them, there's no reason in keeping them. I'll throw them in the trash outside!"
She made a pitiful expression, which made Barbara even more uncomfortable.
The reason she didn't like this granddaughter was because she was hypocritical and artificial, unlike Abella, who was straightforward and likeable!
Thinking of Abella, the old lady really wanted to touch and see if the thing under the pillow was still there. She wanted to call the little girl but was afraid that Mrs. Wilson would see it and confiscate it.
"Get away..."
Now, she didn't even have the strength to reclaim her belongings, so she could only endure for now. "What wind brought you here today?"
They rarely visited her, but now they appeared all together. They must be seeking something from her!
"Mom, we often come, but you were unconscious and didn't know how worried we were about you!" Mrs. Wilson opened the lunchbox again and said, "Look, Isla made breakfast for you. She knew you love egg tofu, so she made it specially for you! And there are several other dishes that you usually enjoy..."
At this moment, Isla returned after throwing away the things and Mrs. Wilson grabbed her hand, saying to Barbara, "Take a look, her hands are burned!"
"I...I'm fine," Isla quickly hid her hand behind her back and showed a smile, thinking she was being clever and understanding. "As long as Grandma likes to eat it, even if both of my hands are burned, I have no complaints."
Barbara didn't like her sly behavior at such a young age. She had been influenced negatively by the outside world!
"I don't have much of an appetite right now..." Barbara waved her hand, not even wanting to drink water. "Just tell me what you want."
Mrs. Wilson glanced at Mr. Wilson, stood up, and gave him her seat, as if waiting for her own son to speak to the old lady.
Mr. Wilson also understood. He sat down, holding the old lady's hand, and said, "Mom, it's like this. The company has been facing a lot of problems recently. We've sold many shops and houses, but we still can't stop the decline. So, shamelessly, I want to ask for your help. Can you take out some of your shares and help us in this urgent situation?"
"Don't you have shares yourselves?" Barbara coughed lightly, instantly understanding their greedy intentions.
"If we sell more shares, the company will fall into the hands of outsiders! Does Mom hope that strangers will take over our family's company?"
Barbara coldly said, "What can be done? If you don't have the ability to manage the company well, it would be better to give it to someone else early on. Don't let the company go bankrupt. Even if I go underground, I won't be able to explain it to the ancestors of the Wilson family."
Perhaps they didn't expect the old lady to say this, but both Mr. Wilson and Mrs. Wilson inwardly thought, "This is bad."
"Mom, all these years, haven't you seen my ability to manage the company? It's just that the market isn't doing well now..."
Before Mr. Wilson could finish his sentence, Barbara laughed. "Because of the market? Haven't you realized that ever since you let Abella go away, our family has been gradually declining..."
"Mom, please calm down. Your health is important."
Mr. Wilson hurriedly patted her back. "Skylar and I hold shares in our hands so we can continue to manage the company as major shareholders. Firstly, it's to prevent you from working so hard at your age, secondly, we can earn more money to support you, thirdly, the company won't fall into other shareholders' hands, and fourthly, it can also alleviate our current predicament. Isn't this a wonderful thing?"
He imitated Mrs. Wilson's voice, "Mom, all these years haven't you seen my ability to manage the company? It's just that the market isn't doing well..."
He repeated exactly what she had said to the old lady. "If we had a way to solve the current dilemma, how could we, the younger generation, take things from you? It's only because we have no other choice... And let's say, even if we have more shares, they won't be worth anything if the company goes bankrupt!"
Barbara understood her son's meaning and coldly smiled, "I won't help you."
Mr. Wilson became even more anxious upon hearing this, "Mom, you don't know the current situation of the company. Even the processors have left. If things continue like this, our company is really going under!"
"It's your own fault!" Barbara angrily said. "I never saw you come to see me regularly. Now that you need help, you remember that I am your mother?"
"Mom, our company has been going through so much recently. We have been extremely busy and didn't mean to neglect you..." Mr. Wilson continued to say many good things.
But Barbara had already made up her mind, "If I were important to you as a mother, you wouldn't have kept it a secret from me when you put Abella up for adoption on the online search platform, causing us to be separated!"
Mrs. Wilson, who was on the side, couldn't bear it any longer and said, "Mom, Isla is your biological granddaughter! How can you only care about that dead girl? She has no blood relation to our family!"
"So what!" Barbara got angry.
"None of you are as filial as she is! Do you know how much she has done for this family?"
"Are we not filial? Have we not made any contributions?"
Mrs. Wilson couldn't contain her anger. This old lady really knows how to talk nonsense.
"Not to mention the past, even today, Isla has prepared so many gifts for this meeting. Isn't that showing filial piety? And as for them, haven't they worked hard for all these years, managing the company and taking care of the family? Is this old lady blind?"
Mr. Wilson saw them arguing and hurriedly intervened, "Alright, calm down, both of you. Mom, Skylar and I meant..."
"I won't give up my shares!" Barbara was not happy.
She coughed a few times and added, "Not just the shares, I won't give up any of my properties, houses, cars, or bank accounts! Leave now!"
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