Chapter 100 William, You're Such a Loser.
"What do you want to do?" William's face turned cold, and he immediately felt a sense of unease.
He knew what Jessica was capable of. This woman would stop at nothing to eliminate anyone who stood in her way, and she was responsible for the demise of her own flesh and blood son because he would have hindered her path to power.
A leopard couldn’t change its spots.
But in Jessica's eyes, power was everything.
So, when Jessica mentioned William's marriage and daughter, he couldn't help but panicked. This was also the fundamental reason why William had never revealed his true identity.
"Don't worry. After all, they are the daughters-in-law and descendants of the Jones family. As long as you beg me, I can spare them." Jessica's smile gave off a chilling and highly offensive vibe.
"Don't you dare hurt Mary and Sarah, or I will make you regret it!" William's voice was cold.
Jessica remained calm, and with a smile, she took out two small, exquisite boxes from the coffee table drawer. They were beautifully crafted, with a golden crown emblem on top. She said, “These are for Mary and Sarah, a gift from me."
William's face darkened, and he didn't reach out to take them. Instead, he asked with a cold expression, "Jessica, I don't care what you're planning, but let me make it clear: they don't know my true identity. And I warn you, if you dare to hurt Mary and Sarah, I won't hesitate to show you what I'm capable of."
"And I advise you to leave Lindenwood City as soon as possible. It's not a place where you belong," William said.
"I'm staying in Lindwood City for a few days. You don't have to worry. I won't do anything to them for now. But remember, if you want to protect them, you have to be strong enough," Jessica said.
William clenched his fist, then relaxed it, and said calmly, "Don't underestimate me. I've seen through who you are. Jessica, since the moment you married into the Jones family. I've been prepared for years, and if you don't believe it, you can try. I'll give you one last piece of advice: if you dare to hurt Mary and Sarah, you will die!"
Jessica stood at the door, watching William's retreating figure, his last words echoing in her mind.
She thought, ‘This guy has grown up a lot. He is young, but he can see my purpose. I really don't know how he endured it all these years. Is this what the Jones family is capable of?’
William's fangs have finally been bared. The once dormant lion had finally begun to awaken.
Jessica smiled faintly and muttered to herself, "Indeed, he is Mario's son, and he actually has his own trump card. I underestimated him, thinking he was just good for nothing, but he was already prepared."
Back at the hospital, William sat by Sarah's bedside, his eyes filled with overflowing fatherly love.
"Sarah, Daddy won't let anyone hurt you," William murmured.
The night passed amidst a tangle of love, hatred, and unresolved conflicts.
Today was the 70th birthday of Roy Brooks, the patriarch of the Brooks family.
Early in the morning, Dorothy asked her daughter, Anna Scott, to drive to the Smith family's old mansion to pick up Margaret and her family.
Margaret was not happy, especially when she saw Anna's arrogant expression; her face turned cold.
"Margaret, where are Mary and William? Let them hurry up; I'm in a hurry," Anna said.
Anna was dressed very stylishly, like a modern girl on TV, with big wavy curls, expensive clothes, a Gucci bag, and sunglasses. She sat on the sofa in the living room without any courtesy.
She didn't even take off her sunglasses at home.
Anna took a few glances at the old mansion, her eyes behind the sunglasses full of disdain, and the corners of her mouth curled up in contempt as she muttered, “It smells musty. Old houses are just so bad. I don't know why they could live here for years."
Margaret was walking over with a fruit tray and heard Anna's muttering. Her face instantly turned gloomy.
She thought, ‘What a bitch, just like her mother!’
She couldn’t help but show off.
Look at her; I don't know how many men she slept with before getting her current good husband.
"Margaret, why didn't your mother come?" Margaret asked, forcing a smile.
Anna waved her hand to fan herself and casually replied, "My mom drove over by herself; she told me that you don't have a car, so I came to pick you up."
Anna thought, ‘She is poor. How can my mom have such a poor sister? My uncle used to work for the government, but he didn't make any money. What a failure!’
Margaret's mouth twitched, and she forced a few laughs.
At that moment, Mary and William came back, and as soon as they entered, Anna couldn't wait to pick up her bag and leave, pointing and commanding, "What took you so long? I've been waiting for five minutes; this place is a dump; it stinks; let's go; my car is parked outside."
Anna couldn't wait for a moment, especially when her eyes met Mary's. She had a cold expression.
Mary has always been better than herself since she was a child, with better grades, good looks, and a better job.
This had always made Anna feel inferior deep down.
And all of this changed on the day Mary got married.
The proud daughter married a good-for-nothing and led a poor life.
And the situation got worse later.
So, when Anna saw William by Mary's side, she was filled with disdain and contempt.
She thought, ‘This man is really a loser. Compared to my husband, he is simply a piece of trash.’
Mary and William were both speechless; they knew Anna's temper.
They knew well that Anna had a proud and arrogant personality and looked down on everyone.
Anna had been jealous of Mary since she was a child; no matter what she did, she had to compare herself with Mary.
"Anna, wait a moment. We'll be ready soon," Mary said apologetically.
Anna raised her eyebrows arrogantly and shouted at William, "Get out of the way, you loser. What are you doing standing at the door?"
William chuckled and silently stepped aside.
Anna gave him a hard push and then disdainfully clapped her hands, muttering, “Smells like sweat."
After Anna left with her head held high, the family's faces were not good.
Margaret slammed the table and cursed, "What does Anna mean? Damn, she comes to my house and shows off! Isn't it just about finding a wealthy man to show off? How dare she say the whole house reeks of mold. She has gone too far!"
Margaret was really going crazy.
She knew that when she went back to her family today, she would probably be subjected to a lot of ridicule.
Mary was also helpless and advised, “Mom, cool down. After all, they come to pick us up. Let's turn a blind eye on it."
"Yes, Mom, you can’t argue with an unreasonable woman." William echoed with a smile.
As soon as Margaret heard William's words, she immediately became furious. She pointed at William and complained in anger. "It's all because of you; if you had a little money, it would be fine, but you're just a good-for-nothing. Look at you. They live a comfortable life, drive a good car, and live in a villa, all because of a rich son-in-law. But look at our family; if you are capable enough, your father and I won't be looked down upon by others."
The moment Margaret began her tirade, she couldn't stop. With a displeased furrow in her brow, she interrogatively asked, "Why are you back? Didn't I explicitly tell you not to go with us?"
It was only then that Margaret realized that William was still holding something in his hand. She thought, ‘Is he also going with us? No, he can’t! If William goes there, he will become a laughingstock.’
"Mom, why don't you let William go? If William doesn't go, I won't go either," Mary said, glancing at William.
Since last night, Mary had made a decision.
She would always believe in William, no matter what.
She was his wife, unconditionally standing by his side.
Margaret was furious, pointing at Mary, and angrily scolded, "Mary, are you trying to drive me crazy? Bringing this good-for-nothing over will only embarrass me, won’t it? Tyler! You come out quickly; William is going, too!"
Tyler heard the noise outside, walked out of the study, learned about the situation, and said coldly, “William, you don't have to go. You should go back to the hospital and accompany Sarah."
William thought for a moment and nodded helplessly. "Okay."
After that, William put down his things and was about to leave.
But Mary directly held William's hand and said firmly, "No! You must go with me today; if you don't go, I won't go either."
This time, Margaret directly sat on the ground in anger, with a tantrum, wailing. "I have raised a daughter for more than twenty years, and now she fights with me! This is unfair. I might as well die now."
After wailing, Margaret got up and was about to hit the corner of the table, but William quickly grabbed her.
Margaret slapped William, pointing at him with a vicious voice. "Get out of my house; I don't want a loser like you for a son-in-law."
"Margaret, why do you want to hit William!" Mary was taken aback and quickly pulled William over, shouting at Margaret.
Then, she pulled William and was about to leave.
Margaret kept making a scene and threw the small box of gifts that William had brought last time directly at the door, cursing, "If you want to go, go by yourselves; your father and I won't go!"
William picked up the small box, and Mary, who was angry, pulled him away from home and directly got into Anna's car.
"William, are you okay? My mom was unintentional; don't be angry with her. I apologize to you on her behalf," Mary said with a heartache in the car.
William grinned, rubbed his face, and smiled. "It's okay; it's still there."
Mary looked at the small box in William's hand and said, "You're still thinking about this gift for Grandpa?"
William nodded. "I bought it through someone a few days ago; your grandfather will definitely like it."
Anna, who had been browsing LV bags on her phone, saw this scene through the rearview mirror and burst into laughter. "William, I didn't expect you to be such a loser. What kind of precious gift can this little box hold?"
There was obvious sarcasm in her tone.
While speaking, Anna threw several boxes in the passenger seat to them and boasted, "Look. These are the gifts I brought for Grandpa: a '95 ginseng piece for over sixty thousand dollars, a complete set of purple clay coffeepot and coffee utensils for over one hundred and sixty thousand dollars, and a jade pipe for over eighty thousand dollars. I suppose the things in your small box only cost you dozens of bucks, right?"
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