Chapter 208

Old Mr. Landor glanced at Monica, then let out a cold snort, “If you know you’re being nosy, then shut your mouth.”

Monica, after all her talk, was dismissed with just that, looking somewhat wronged at Ben, “Edie, you used me before, and I don’t blame you because you have a place in my heart. Whatever you asked of me, I was willing to do it. What I said today was truly out of consideration for you.”

Susan looked at Ben expressionlessly.

Ben felt a surge of panic and quickly said, “Susan, I…”

Susan cut him off flatly, “You shut up and stay put.”

Ben immediately complied, falling silent.

Monica was nearly bursting with anger.

The man she idolized was being treated this way by Susan?

She was about to say something when Carl couldn’t wait any longer.

“Since evening har made it clear to you, Susan, I want you to call the police right now and withdraw the appeal. Have the police station release your sister quickly,” Carl demanded loudly.

“I’ll count to three. If you don’t make the call, I’ll show you how I can die,” Jane threatened, picking up the bottle of pesticide.

“I’m with your mother!” Carl also took hold of the pesticide.

“One…” Jane began to count, her voice shaking.

Monica pretended to urge Susan, “Susan, make the call quickly.”

But secretly, she hoped Susan would remain stubborn.

In that case, even if Susan had a million reasons, the tag of forcing her own parents to their deaths would be enough to crucify her reputation. Moreover, seeing Susan push her parents to such an extreme, Ben might also grow cold towards her.

Bringing her parents in today, they were aiming to kill two birds with one stone.

“Two…” Jane continued the countdown.

Susan’s face was expressionless.

“Three…” Jane’s voice was shrill with desperation.

Old Mr. Landor, fearing that they might actually do something drastic, was about to intervene.

But Susan spoke up nonchalantly, “Grandpa, let them do whatever they want. Parents like them, I’ve been disappointed with them for a long time. If they could just die, it would seem even God is helping me.”

Susan’s Indifferent stance completely stunned the Millers.

Holding the pesticide bottles, they looked at each other, motionless.

Susan frowned, “Wasn’t it until the count of three? Why aren’t you proceeding?”

“Susan! You’ll bring a curse upon yourself,” Jane shouted.

“With parents like you, haven’t I already suffered enough curse?” Susan’s face remained impassive.

“You… you ungrateful daughter,” Carl trembled with anger, yet the pesticide remained untouched.

“Why haven’t you drunk it yet?” Susan’s eyes narrowed, and then she had an epiphany, “Or is it that the quality of this pesticide isn’t good enough, and you’re afraid you won’t die, only suffer?”

Susan called a servant over and whispered something in his ear.

The servant nodded and left.

She announced to everyone, “I told him to fetch the most potent herbicide we use. Mom, Dad, you might not know this, but ordinary pesticides might not be lethal. This one, however, guarantees death.”

Soon, the pesticide was brought in.

The servant gave a vivid description, “Mrs. Landor, this pesticide is extremely toxic. Just a small sip is enough to be fatal. The most harrowing part is, it doesn’t kill immediately. Many who attempt suicide with it end up regretting it, wishing to live, but sadly, once ingested, death is certain. Mr. and Mrs. Miller can fully experience the sensation of their insides slowly decaying, their bodies crumbling before passing on. Then, you can hold hands on your perfect journey to the afterlife. How does that sound?

The perfect departure.”

“Excellent,” Susan said with apparent approval, glancing at the servant, “Fill it up for Mr. and Mrs.

Miller.”

The servant took two small cups and poured a measure into each.

Jane and Carl were nearly out of their minds.

“Susan, what are you doing?” Jane panicked.

Susan wore an innocent expression, “I’m just assisting you with the pesticide. I’m waiting for you to drink it.”

Carl raised his voice, “Behaving this way, you’ll be despised by everyone.”

“Exactly. So, please hurry up and die, so I can continue to live my wealthy life as a pariah,” Susan nodded in agreement.

Carl and Jane were speechless, each with a cup of pesticide thrust upon them.

“Why aren’t you drinking?” Susan’s gaze turned icy.

Jane started to show fear, “Susan, actually…”

“Don’t bother with excuses. If you die, I’ll bear the consequences. Go ahead on your journey with peace of mind,” Susan said coldly.

“Susan, you…” Carl wanted to curse.

“Go on, pour it down their throats!” Susan commanded arrogantly.

The servants glanced at Ben.

With a slight nod from Ben, they stepped forward, ready to make Carl and Jane drink the pesticide.

At this moment, Carl and Jane were genuinely frightened.

Before the servants could get any closer, they threw their cups to the ground.

“We’re not drinking this,” Jane said, panicked.

“Yes, don’t come any closer,” Carl shouted.

“Is that so? What a pity,” Susan said calmly, signaling the servants to step back.

Why wouldn’t her parents drink the pesticide?

Monica, too, seemed disappointed but quickly turned her attention back to Susan, “Susan, how can you force your own parents to drink pesticide? That’s murder.”

Susan let out a light laugh, picked up a cup, and downed the so–called poison in one gulp.

Everyone’s eyes widened in shock..

Susan licked her lips and said softly, “Since when does serving your parents sugar water count as murder?”

Sugar… water?

Monica was taken aback.

Carl and Jane also paused, their lips trembling slightly, but they dared not say anything more.

The Susan they faced now was somewhat terrifying.

What If, in response to any more of their antics, she actually brought out real pesticide?

Valuing their lives Immensely, they didn’t want to take that risk.

Seeing the Millers backing down, Monica grew anxious, “That’s still intimidation! Anyway, your character is flawed. You’re simply not worthy of Ben.”

Susan spoke calmly, “Ms. Lynn, It seems you have quite deep and honorable feelings for my husband.”

Monica looked at Susan defiantly, “I’ve never thought to deny that.”

“That’s good,” Susan smiled. “You think I’m so heartless that I don’t deserve Ben?”

“You know yourself that you’re heartless,” Monica said with disdain.

Susan nodded in agreement, “So, according to you, whoever Yana injured, that person had it coming, and I should cover for Yana, right?”

Monica said without hesitation, “Of course. Family is the most important. Even if Yana killed someone, you should still cover for her!”

“Family is the most important? That sounds quite moving,” Susan laughed, then cast a sidelong glance at Ben, “Good thing you divorced her early. Otherwise, if you had been stabbed to death on the spot, no one would’ve sought justice for you.”

Ben nodded vigorously, “You’re right, my honey.”

He felt like a cheerleader at that moment.

All he needed to do, was to honestly cheer for his wife.