Chapter 411 William's Fury, Margaret Kneels
Margaret was totally freaking out.
No way William was kidding around.
How could he ask her for cash?
"Mary! What's William up to? Is he trying to ruin us?" Margaret cried, rolling on the floor and yelling to Mary.
This move always worked.
But today, she was dead wrong.
Mary, holding Sarah, turned around, glared at Margaret, and said coldly, "Mom, I'm done with your drama. Don't ask me for help today. I'm not backing you up."
With that, she stood aside with Sarah, watching with zero emotion.
Margaret was left high and dry. She plopped down and started making a scene.
"William, I'm your mother-in-law, and you wanna kick me out? Seriously? You are too heartless. You've been living off us for years, eating our food, staying in our house. Haven't I treated you well? It's just a few scoldings and beatings. Can't you deal with that?" Margaret wailed, putting on an Oscar-worthy performance.
William snorted, looking at Margaret on the ground, and said, "Just a few scoldings and beatings? Have you ever treated me like your son-in-law?"
"Today, no matter what, you're moving out!" he declared firmly.
Margaret, furious, jumped up, pointed at William, and shouted, "No way! We have an agreement, this villa is mine. No one can kick me out!"
She plopped down on the sofa, refusing to budge.
William shot her a cold look and said, "Alright, then you'll regret it later."
Margaret's eyes widened, and she crossed her arms angrily, saying, "I don't believe it. This is my house. Who can kick me out?"
As soon as she finished, a team of security guards from the Eagle family stormed in.
A few property management staff followed behind them.
They all bowed respectfully to William. "Mr. Jones."
William nodded, then told the staff, "Make her sign the agreement. If she won't, a fingerprint will do."
Panicked, Margaret jumped up and shouted at William, "What do you mean? Forcing me to sign it?"
William didn't deny it.
Seeing two security guards approaching, Margaret tried to run, but her slightly plump body was no match for them, and she was pinned down on the sofa.
The whole villa echoed with her screams, "Help, they're hitting me! My son-in-law is bullying me!"
But no matter how much she screamed, it was useless.
She struggled on the sofa frantically.
Meanwhile, the staff came forward, took the property transfer agreement, and pressed Margaret's hand onto it for a fingerprint.
Margaret wasn't having it.
On seeing this, William walked over and said, "Let me do it!"
He grabbed Margaret's wrist and forcefully pressed her thumb onto the agreement.
Now, Margaret was completely desperate, her face covered in tears and snot.
"You're bullying me like this. Oh no! I wish I were dead!" she exclaimed.
The two security guards stepped aside, and Margaret collapsed on the ground, pounding her chest in agony.
It was all over.
The villa was gone.
Mary watched from the side, feeling a bit sorry, but she didn't say anything.
It was all because Margaret had gone too far.
Just then, Tyler came back from a walk. Seeing so many people at home and the crying Margaret, he knew something was up.
"What happened?" he asked, quickly running over.
Margaret threw herself into his arms, pointed at William, and scolded, "Tyler, William is bullying me. He doesn't want me to live. He took the villa back and wants to kick us out."
Upon hearing this, Tyler frowned and turned to look at William.
Standing up, he lowered his stance and said, "William, can we just let this go? After all, she's your mother-in-law. We're a family."
William glanced coldly at Tyler and said, "Tyler, I told you a long time ago to discipline your wife. She deserves it."
Tyler was helpless, looking at the fussing Margaret on the ground.
He steeled himself and said, "Do you really want to kick us out?"
William's eyes were ice-cold as he glanced at Margaret. "I've kept the old Smith Family house for you. Move back there."
This time, William was resolute in his decision.
The security guards, having received orders, immediately rushed into the bedroom and started hauling out all of Margaret and Tyler's stuff.
Moving trucks from a moving company rolled up to the door.
In less than twenty minutes, everything related to Margaret was cleared out of the villa.
Margaret and Tyler stood at the villa's entrance. Tyler sighed and shook his head, totally resigned.
Margaret, not ready to give up, tearfully looked at the villa and whimpered, "Tyler, please talk to William. I don't wanna move."
But Tyler just shook his head, saying, "Let's go. What else do you want? We've been kicked out. It's all because you keep causing trouble!"
Margaret, who had finally managed to live in a villa, wasn't about to leave so easily.
She wiped her tears, steeled herself, and ran directly to William, dropping to her knees with a thud.
Margaret kept her head down, continuously admitting her mistakes. "William, it's all my fault. I'm wrong. Please don't kick me out."
But William looked at her coldly and said, "Now you know you're wrong? It's too late."
Margaret was completely stunned.
William was dead serious, not giving her any chance.
Furious, Margaret clenched her fists, her anger clouding her judgment. She stood up, pointed at William, and screamed, "William, you're so cruel! I'm your mother-in-law. For three years, you've lived off us, and I never said anything. Now that you have money, you turn your back on us! I curse you and your entire family to die a horrible death!"
Margaret was completely enraged, hurling all sorts of foul language.
Furious, William kicked out, hitting Margaret's face and knocking her over.
Then, with a cold face, he roared angrily, "Margaret! What did you just say? Curse my family? Curse my child? Isn't he your grandson?"
Margaret lay on the ground, her face streaked with tears, completely disregarding everything.
"I don't care! If I die, you'll go to hell too! I curse you!" Margaret screamed.
She had gone mad.
William shouted furiously to the security guards, "Throw her out!"
The security guards looked at each other but still came forward, dragging Margaret and throwing her out of the villa's gate!
Margaret fell heavily to the ground and lay at the entrance, making a scene and crying.
Tyler saw this but had no way to help. He shouted at Margaret with a red face, "Enough! Aren't you embarrassed enough? Get back with me!"
Margaret ignored him, wailing, "I'm not going back. I want to live in the villa. This is my villa!"
Furious, Tyler slapped her, his whole body trembling. "Margaret, I've warned you many times before, but you didn't listen. Now you're getting what you deserve! You don't want to go back? Fine, I'll go back myself!"
With that, he turned and followed the moving truck.
At the large villa entrance, only Margaret and a few security guards were left.
No matter how much she tried to break in, she failed.
In the end, she gave in and left with a face full of anger and unwillingness.
But she still left a parting shot. "William, just wait! One day, I'll make you kneel and apologize to me!"
Margaret angrily returned to the old Smith Family house, sitting at home, feeling all sorts of dissatisfaction.
Margaret thought to herself, 'Damn it! How dare William treat me like this? I won't let him off!'
Not long after, someone came to her home.
Two bodyguards in black suits burst in, scaring Margaret into screaming, "Who are you? What do you want?"
Then, accompanied by the sound of high heels, an elegant figure appeared at the entrance.
It was Jessica.
She entered with her usual imposing presence, dressed in a long white gown, a small cape, and sunglasses, exuding the aura of a cold and glamorous ice queen.
Margaret immediately cowered upon seeing Jessica, lowering her head. "Ms. Miller."
Jessica walked in, glanced around briefly, and then said coldly to Margaret, "I need you to do something for me. If you succeed, Villa No.1 will be yours."
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