Chapter 90: Chapter 90: A Harsh Lesson
Bella Young took Franklin Young to the hospital for a full check-up, got the medicine, and returned home.
"Madam, weren’t you taking Young Master Franklin to the amusement park? Back so soon?" The maid was surprised to see Bella and her son back, knowing that when Franklin goes out to play, he usually doesn’t want to return home until it’s completely dark.
"Met four bastards at the amusement park." Bella fumed.
"My dear grandson is back? Come over here and let grandma hug you." Old Madam Young came down from the second floor upon hearing the noise below.
"Mom." Bella was surprised, clearly not expecting Old Madam Young to suddenly show up.
"Grandma." Franklin ran over and threw himself into Old Madam Young’s arms: "Ouch, Grandma, my face really hurts."
"My dear, let grandma see, what’s wrong with your little face?" Old Madam Young held Franklin’s face, and at the sight of it, her heart almost shattered. Angrily, she pointed at Bella: "How did you take care of him? Let Franklin get hurt like this? If you can’t even look after a child properly, what use are you?"
"Mom, you don’t know what happened today; I took Franklin to the amusement park..."
"Stop, Bella Young, are you looking for excuses again?" Old Madam Young interrupted Bella. She detested this woman for always making excuses whenever she did something wrong.
"Mom, I didn’t."
Bella felt extremely wronged, her eyes immediately reddening. Old Madam Young spoiled her grandson to the heavens, and whenever she visited and saw Franklin with even the smallest injury, she would scold Bella in every way possible, as if she were a parasite in the family, deserving death if she couldn’t take care of Franklin.
"How dare you talk back to me? You infuriate me, Bella Young! Bella Young, do you even see who toils outside every day to afford your good life? And you, all you do is shop all day, buy luxury goods and cosmetics, dress yourself up lavishly."
"You gave me a precious grandson, even if you can’t give birth to another egg, I’d let it go if you could just take care of my only precious grandson, you could be forgiven."
"But look at how you’ve taken care of Franklin! Bruised and swollen, it’s unbearable. How could my son have married such an irresponsible woman like you?"
Old Madam Young regretted deeply, recalling how several gentle and virtuous women tried to win over her son during Bella’s pregnancy, one even coming to her, expressing true feelings for her son and willingness to wait until Bella gave birth to Franklin, then marrying her son and treating Franklin as her own child.
She didn’t accept those women back then, deluded by the joy of having a grandson, staunchly supporting Bella.
If she had known Bella would be so incapable after giving birth to Franklin, she would rather find Franklin a good stepmother.
Bella was scolded harshly, feeling extreme discomfort as if a large hole was stabbed into her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes, she moved her lips trying to say something, but upon seeing Old Madam Young’s disappointed, reproachful eyes, Bella’s voice got stuck in her throat.
Her mother-in-law despised her; anything she said would be useless, and worse, invite more reproach and scolding.
Suddenly, alarm bells rang in Bella’s mind. Old Madam Young had previously bragged in front of her about how many women outside liked her son, wanting to be her daughter-in-law and bear her big fat grandsons.
Why did Old Madam Young suddenly say she couldn’t give birth to another egg?
Could it be that Old Madam Young wants to...?
Bella abruptly clenched her fingers, the plastic bag holding a facial CT scan crinkling lightly under her grip. It was all Ivana and her bastard child’s fault.
If it wasn’t for her bastard child hitting Franklin, she would have taken Franklin to play until the evening, and Franklin wouldn’t have gotten hurt so seriously. Her mother-in-law wouldn’t have lashed out at her, scolding her harshly in front of the maid.
After scolding Bella, Old Madam Young cuddled and pampered Franklin for a while. Noticing the CT scan bag in Bella’s hand, she asked Bella to show it to her.
At this sight, Old Madam Young’s eyes widened, nearly having a stroke and fainting.
Facial fracture, displacement.
Bella supported the nearly fainting Old Madam Young, nervously saying: "Mom, Mom, don’t get agitated, this CT is fake, Franklin doesn’t have a facial fracture, it’s another child’s facial CT. I want to give the bastard who hit Franklin, and the bastard’s mother, a severe punishment."
Upon hearing this, Old Madam Young caught her breath in Bella’s arms, her accelerated heartbeat slowly calming down.
"What did you say? Franklin was hit? That little bastard dared to hit my precious grandson? He doesn’t want to live?" Old Madam Young was extremely angry, her heart trembling with rage. She couldn’t even bear to imagine Franklin getting hit, just thinking about it made her heart ache.
Old Madam Young tightly grasped Bella’s hand: "Bella, I wrongly blamed you earlier, don’t take it to heart. That little bastard who hit Franklin, you make sure to take him down."
"Grandma’s the best, long live Grandma." Franklin grabbed onto Old Madam Young’s leg, cheering happily.
Franklin happily raised his plump lips. In his heart, his mom’s combat skills were no match for his grandma’s; everything in this house was decided by Grandma. Only when Grandma gave orders would his mom act with full force.
Thus, Franklin didn’t make a sound when he saw Old Madam Young wrongly blame Bella. He was used to Grandma scolding Mom; only when Mom became as strong as Grandma, to help him fend off enemies outside, would Grandma stop reprimanding Mom.
At night, the sky was starry, all was silent.
Ivana Monroe was asleep, unaware that in another room, a little boy had opened his eyes, lifted the thin silk quilt, and sat at the desk in his room, turning on the computer.
This computer was a gift from Stacy Floyd to Timmy Monroe.
"Brother, are you there?"
Ian Keane opened Baidu, popped up a chat box on his computer. He didn’t use chatting software like QQ, having no interest in chatting with anyone; he used Baidu, and its chat tool, because Baidu had a wealth of knowledge to offer.
"Yes, I’m here." On Timmy’s end, a message quickly popped up.
A faint smile appeared on Ian Keane’s thin lips, one he hadn’t noticed himself. He and Timmy truly had a deep connection, able to understand each other with a single thought. Neither had discussed what time to contact each other tonight. Yet, as soon as he sent a message, Timmy received it, indicating that Timmy was also by his computer, waiting for him, just like him.
"Brother, how was your day? Did Mom recognize you?" Timmy sent another message continuously.
How was the day? It felt pretty good.
"Not for now; I have something to tell you. Today at the amusement park, I ran into Franklin and hit him."