Chapter 872

It was no secret to the whole of Wiltspoon what the Hunts had done to Serenity and her sister.

The Hunts put on airs and walked around town as the in–laws to the Yorks now that they realized Zachary was Mr. York. The Hunts took shamelessness to a whole new level.

“You must be kidding. The door’s right there. Get out right now!”

Annoyed by their brazenness, Serenity did not want to waste her manners on them and showed them the door.

John and the others fell back, but they only kept one foot out of the door.

They were counting on Old Mr. Hunt to face Serenity solo.

Since the old man was a senior, Serenity would not resort to violence no matter how angry she was.

“Serenity!”

Scowling, Old Mr. Hunt shouted Serenity’s name and waited until he got Serenity’s full attention before uttering, “We can leave but not before I get a million bucks. I can go back and look after your grandmom. I’ll take them to cause a scene at your husband’s office if you don’t give me the money.

“Without the money, I’ll make sure to embarrass you and make you a laughingstock so you’ll never live it down with your in–laws.”

Serenity turned on her heel to grab the broom.

With Serenity ready to pick a fight, John and the rest scrambled out of the shop.

Still, Old Mr. Hunt held his ground, thinking that Serenity would not lay a finger on him. It would be better if Serenity hit him as he could demand more money.

Serenity did not hit him.

Putting the broom down, she turned around and walked away.

It was a triumphant win for Old Mr. Hunt.

Whatever the reason, it was wrong to inflict physical harm on a senior, especially when he was just sitting there.

Serenity could not play rough with a shameless old man like Old Mr. Hunt, so she went into the loo and filled a bucket of water. She carried the bucket and splashed the water on Old Mr. Hunt.

Old Mr. Hunt was taken aback by the surprise attack.

The water came gushing down his head, drenching him from head to toe.

The Hunts were dumbfounded.

That was cold, even for Serenity!

She did not whack the old man, but she poured water all over him.

“Serenity!”

Old Mr. Hunt wiped the water off his face, feeling his authority as the head of the household challenged. Blowing his top, he cussed Serenity and her forefathers out with a finger up her nose.

Serenity remarked snarkily, “Aren’t my forefathers yours too? Aren’t you afraid your father’s father might come back from the grave to haunt you?”

Old Mr. Hunt choked.

“The day you took my parents‘ blood money, kicked me and my sister out, and denied us the visit to our parents‘ grave was when you were no longer my granddad. So don’t try to act like one now.

“You won’t get a penny out of me. You’re welcome to take my life though, but that’s if you dare.”

With an ashen face, Old Mr. Hunt pointed his finger shakily at Serenity. The anger overtook his every being.

Why did he have an unforgiving granddaughter like Serenity?