Chapter 7
Talking to such people is a complete waste of breath.
The Lowells are all insane.
I turned to leave.
Mrs. Lowell suddenly scrambled up from the floor.
"Who said you could leave? I'm not done talking!"
She lunged at me, but the bodyguard shoved her away.
That push ignited her dramatic side.
Her wails were deafening.
"How dare you bully me behind Adrian's back! Just wait until he gets here!"
"Adrian? He's currently enjoying tea at the police station."
I turned back with a cold smile.
Mrs. Lowell's face turned ashen.
She pointed at me with a twisted expression, tears and snot smeared across her face.
"You witch! Release my son immediately!"
"Who ever heard of a couple's quarrel ending up at the police station? It's unheard of!"
I crossed my arms, watching her performance.
Seeing my smile, she thought she had found my weakness.
Mrs. Lowell stood up, her greedy eyes scanning me.
"Adrian said your family is well-off. After marriage, all your money will be managed by me."
"Your mother's pension will also be transferred to my account."
"Spend less and stop being extravagant, or you'll never be accepted into the Lowell family."
Even the bodyguards looked disgusted by her words.
I had no patience to listen further and gave a slight wave.
The bodyguards immediately stepped forward to drag her away.
Mrs. Lowell was still screaming.
"Evelyn Ashcroft, you'll die a horrible death! How dare you treat your mother-in-law like this..."
One of the bodyguards chuckled.
"Our young lady is the sole heir of the Ashcroft Group. You think you're worthy of being her mother-in-law?"
"The Ashcroft Group? What's that?"
Mrs. Lowell froze.
The bodyguard pointed to the massive electronic billboard outside.
"See that? Top Ten Outstanding Entrepreneurs—Vivienne Ashcroft."
The screen shone brightly with my mother's photo.
Mrs. Lowell's mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg.
"V-Vivienne Ashcroft?"
Her face turned ghostly pale.
Finally, she realized I wasn't just "well-off" as Adrian had claimed.
The difference was like heaven and earth.
Mrs. Lowell tried to say something, but the bodyguards dragged her out.
Back in the hospital room.
My mother set down her documents and looked at me.
"What was all that noise outside?"
I briefly explained about Mrs. Lowell.
My mother gave a disdainful smile.
"Truly a family with rotten roots."
She took my hand.
"Don't waste your energy on such people. Focus on recovering. The trial is next month."
"If you don't want to see them..."
I interrupted her.
"No, I want to witness their downfall with my own eyes."
...
In the days leading up to the trial.
The families of those people tried every means to reach me.
But after Mrs. Lowell's scene, my mother increased security.
Not even a fly could get through.
Zoey Langley, with the most severe charges, was already in custody.
She repeatedly requested to meet.
I naturally ignored her.
Zoey's parents were incredibly arrogant, sending messages through mutual friends.
They claimed the judge was on their side.
They demanded I drop the charges.
They even boasted they could afford any consequences.
I responded with a smile.
"Tell them I'm ready for the fight."