Chapter 351 In Front of Your Tombstone
It was like the countless memorial bouquets placed around a grave when commemorating deceased family members.
Brittany probably felt the same way.
So, she chuckled lightly, turned around, locked eyes with Joshua, and maliciously said, "Joshua, one day, I will prepare many memorial bouquets and place them in front of your tombstone."
It was her curse.
She condemned Joshua to an untimely and agonizing demise.
Joshua was drowning in grief, each gasp for air a fresh wave of agony that crashed over him, squeezing the bitterness from his heart and into his fingertips, his throat, his eyes.
Joshua's gaze, sharp as a honed blade, met Brittany's. A humorless smile twisted his lips. "Darling," he drawled, each word laced with ice, "don't flatter yourself. We've got a long game ahead of us, and I intend to be around to witness your every wrinkle."
"Brittany, how could you say that?" Nicole frowned, unafraid of Joshua's previous warnings, enunciating each word, "You will regret it."
A hint of a retaliatory smile hung on Nicole's lips.
What Nicole said made Joshua unhappy; he grabbed Nicole's arm, exerting force as a warning.
Brittany looked at the two of them, sneering, "I won't."
Joshua's gaze shifted slightly, a pang in his heart.
Everything was going according to his plan, but he wasn't happy at all.
"Yes, You won't!" At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and a luxuriously dressed woman broke free and rushed in.
Following her was Larry entering the room.
Brittany was stunned, "Mom?"
"Why are you here?" Brittany took a few quick steps, supporting her mother's arm, and said nervously, "Let's go home."
"Go home?" Mary recoiled, as if struck. Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision. "They've tormented you, broken you, and you just let them get away with it? Absolutely not!"
Brittany was pushed away by Mary. As she stumbled a few steps to the side, her waist hit the corner of the cabinet.
Joshua's gaze caught this scene, subconsciously wanting to step forward, but Larry, who followed closely, quickly supported Brittany.
Joshua stopped in his tracks, watching the loving couple in front of him, a blurry image appearing before his eyes.
Then, Mary slapped Joshua hard on the left side of his face, turning his face to the right.
"Alan and I may be useless, but that doesn't give you the right to bully my daughter." Mary, her usual gentleness shattered, glared at Joshua intently, her breath ragged and uneven.. "You scoundrel, stay away from my daughter!"
Joshua's body was weak, supported solely by medication, and Mary's slap was forceful, almost causing him to collapse.
"Joshua!" Nicole held him, glaring coldly at Mary. "Do you think your daughter is a victim? She has been away from home for some time; aren't you curious about where she's been?"
"Brittany is just a slut. She seduced Joshua, slept with him; she has done it all," Nicole added.
Mary staggered, almost unable to stand.
"Mom!" Brittany straightened up, ignoring the pain in her waist. She pushed away Larry's hand and hurriedly ran forward, grabbing Mary's hand, pleading, "Mom, let's go home. We'll talk it over."
Mary's lips trembled, pulling her hand away, then slapped Nicole's face.
"I know my daughter. You have neither right nor position to speak," Mary said.
She snorted, then turned Joshua with disdain. "Mr. Sinclair, as a well-known figure as you are, don't use such devious means. You can take my life and Alan's, our company too, but don't threaten my daughter with these!"
Joshua didn't argue back.
Brittany stood stiff, unable to believe what Mary had just said. Who told Mary about these things?
After Mary finished speaking, she grabbed Brittany's arm and started to walk out, crying as she went.
"Go home! I'll deal with you later. Your father doesn't even know about this; when he finds out, he'll be heartbroken," Mary said. "Why do you keep everything to yourself? Why didn't you tell us?"
Every word pierced Brittany's heart.
It was her fault. She had misjudged. She thought Joshua was the right person, but she ended up with a devil, causing her parents and friends to suffer for her.
As they entered the elevator, Mary cried out in despair.
She clenched her fists, tapping Brittany's shoulder. "Brittany, we're not as fragile as you think. We can move to a different city or even go abroad."
A wave of heartache swept over Brittany, the pain threatening to pull her under into a dark abyss.
She buried her face in Mary's shoulder, her body wracked with sobs. "I'm sorry, Mom," she choked out, the words muffled against Mary's shirt.
"No, it's not your fault!" Mary slapped Brittany's arm hard. "I'm your mother. It's my nature to worry about you."
Brittany tightened her grip, not saying a word, just crying as she held onto Mary. She didn't want to cry, but the tears wouldn't stop.
Brittany had forgotten that she had someone to rely on. She had Mary and Alan; she didn't have to shoulder all the responsibility alone.
"Mom," Brittany's hoarse voice called softly, like a child.
Mary gently patted Brittany's back. "It's our fault; we didn't pay enough attention to you. Don't cry, Brittany. I won't let it happen again. I will protect you, my precious one." Mary's eyes were bloodshot. "It feels like my heart is breaking when you cry, ."
Brittany cried, trembling all over. She hardly ever shed tears, but she was crying so heartbreakingly. Not only could Mary not bear it, but Brittany herself couldn't bear it either.
As they exited the elevator, she weakly ran out of the building, clutching her chest, retching continuously, as if she wanted to vomit out all her internal organs.
Seeing Brittany so heartbroken, Mary felt as if her own heart was being torn apart.
"Brittany, what's wrong?" Mary said worriedly.
Brittany didn't want Mary to worry, but her body had reached its limit; she couldn't bear today's blows anymore.
When Brittany was in so much pain earlier, she didn't feel any physical discomfort, but now, in front of Mary, her vision darkened, her legs weakened, and her knees buckled.
"Brittany!" Mary shouted, quickly grabbing Brittany and preventing her from collapsing to the ground.
Upstairs, a heated argument was taking place.
Larry didn't leave with Brittany and Mary, determined to seek justice for Brittany.
A slap was nothing; how could it compensate for the humiliation Brittany had suffered?
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