After Divorce I Married a Tycoon-Chapter 82: Severing Ties with the Mercer Family
Julian Mercer was in no better shape than Judith Caldwell.
He wasn’t just pelted with rotten eggs.
Stinking vegetable leaves and rotting pig entrails were also hanging off his body.
The sight was both pathetic and hilarious.
The foul odor shot straight to Julian Mercer’s head, and like Judith Caldwell, he immediately threw up.
Afterward, he was practically insane with rage.
He was over fifty and had never been so humiliated in his life.
He furiously tore the vegetable leaves and stinking, rotten pig entrails from his body.
Glaring at the crowd of gawkers, he roared.
"You lunatics! What do you think you’re doing?"
"We’re giving you a taste of rotten eggs and pig entrails! No need to thank us."
"Vile woman, selling your daughter for glory!"
"Your stench is worse than these rotten eggs and entrails!"
"You people are the scum of society."
"..."
Once they’d thrown all the eggs and entrails, the crowd scattered in an instant.
Judith Caldwell and Julian Mercer shrieked hysterically at their retreating backs.
From an inconspicuous electric car parked nearby.
Adrian Sutton and Claire Mercer couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the sight of Julian Mercer and his wife in their pathetic state.
It was especially satisfying to see how utterly crazed they looked in their fury.
Claire Mercer stared at their utterly wretched figures and said in a low voice.
"I didn’t expect to see such a spectacular show the moment I arrived at the Mercer residence."
Adrian Sutton smiled and asked her, "A pleasant sight, isn’t it?"
"It’s definitely an unexpected surprise."
Noticing her mood seemed to dip slightly, Adrian Sutton asked.
"Claire, you’re not going soft on them, are you?"
Claire Mercer shook her head. "I won’t."
’Deep down, I lived with Julian Mercer and Judith Caldwell for so many years.’
’And before Scarlett Jewel returned, I always believed they were my birth parents.’
’I used to have some affection for them.’
’Even though they treated me poorly, even though they used me as Oscar Mercer’s personal blood bank all these years...’
’I never hated them for it.’
’At most, I just found their attitude toward me so suffocating that all I wanted was to escape.’
’But ever since they tried to marry me off to Mr. Bower—the man whose three wives all died...’
’I could no longer see them as parents.’
’No parent would throw their daughter into a fiery pit, into an abyss.’
’They don’t care if I live or die. All they want is to use my entire life to pave the way for the Mercer Family’s success.’
’They may have raised me, but all the blood I’ve given to Oscar Mercer should be more than enough to repay them for that.’
’I don’t owe them anything anymore. So no, I won’t go soft.’
’They deserved getting pelted with rotten eggs and pig entrails.’
Covered in filth, Julian Mercer and Judith Caldwell returned to the Mercer villa.
When Oscar Mercer saw his parents’ pathetic state...
...and caught the unbelievably foul stench wafting off them, he nearly gagged on the spot.
The room was instantly filled with the nauseating odor. Oscar Mercer’s brow knitted, and he quickly covered his nose and mouth in disgust.
The smell was so overpowering he hardly dared to breathe.
"Mom, Dad, what happened to you?"
"’What happened?’ Judith Caldwell said through gritted teeth.
"The moment we got to the front door, a mob of lunatics threw rotten eggs and pig entrails all over us."
Julian Mercer added with an indignant expression, "I have no idea where those maniacs came from..."
"I bet that little bitch Claire Mercer hired them," Judith Caldwell said resentfully.
"Never mind that the little bitch landed us in the police station for three days and three nights, but we come home only to get covered in this stench..."
"I won’t let her get away with this."
"Mom, Dad, just stop talking and go get cleaned up."
The smell was giving him a splitting headache; Oscar Mercer couldn’t take it anymore.
Just as Julian Mercer and Judith Caldwell were about to head upstairs to wash, Claire Mercer walked in.
The moment she stepped inside, she covered her nose and mouth, her brow furrowed as she feigned ignorance and asked.
"Why does it stink so much in here?"
’It really was appallingly smelly.’
’The reek of rotten eggs mixed with decaying pig entrails...’
’The pungent odor shot straight to her head, and Claire herself nearly gagged.’
’You had to hand it to them, those onlookers were vicious.’
’Couldn’t they smell the stench themselves?’
"Mr. Mercer, Mrs. Mercer, what happened?"
"How did you get covered in rotten eggs?"
When Julian Mercer and Judith Caldwell saw her, their expressions turned even fouler than the stench in the room.
"You little bitch! You actually have the nerve to come back..."
"Did you hire people to throw eggs at us?"
Claire Mercer said lightly, "You can’t just say whatever you want."
"Your own actions sparked public outrage online. People threw rotten eggs at you. What does that have to do with me?"
Oscar Mercer shot back, "How can you say it has nothing to do with you?"
"If you hadn’t given that interview, exaggerating and slandering Mom and Dad, would these braindead netizens have come here to throw eggs at them?"
"Exaggerating and slandering?" Claire Mercer scoffed.
"Oscar Mercer, I’d like to ask you—what part of what I said wasn’t true?"
"The fact that they tried to force me to marry Mr. Bower—that’s true, isn’t it?"
"The fact that they locked me in a dark, sealed room—that’s true, isn’t it?"
"Since you claim I’m a slanderer, then go ahead. Find some evidence and sue me."
"You..." Oscar Mercer’s breath caught in his throat. He then ground out through his teeth.
"So what if Mom and Dad did those things?"
"You were kicked out of the Sinclair Family. Do you really think you can still marry into a good family?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
"Whether or not I can marry into a good family has nothing to do with you," Claire Mercer said, shooting him a glare.
"Now, if you two would please go wash up, the whole house stinks to high heaven."
Judith Caldwell shot her a venomous glare, then went upstairs with Julian Mercer to get clean.
Once the two of them had cleaned up, Claire Mercer tossed a document onto the table.
"I came here for one thing today."
Julian Mercer’s exhausted face crumpled as he read the title: "Agreement to Terminate Adoptive Relationship."
"Claire Mercer, what is the meaning of this?"
Claire Mercer replied coldly, "It means exactly what it says on the document."
Judith Caldwell snatched up the "Agreement to Terminate Adoptive Relationship," glanced at it, and then scoffed.
Because of the scene Claire Mercer had caused, not only had she been stuck at the police station for three whole days, but she had also come home to be pelted with rotten eggs.
She had never suffered so much in her life, nor had she ever been so utterly humiliated.
How could she possibly let Claire Mercer go so easily?
"You want to terminate the relationship?" Judith Caldwell snorted. "In your dreams."
"We worked so hard to raise you."
"For all these years, the food you ate, the roof over your head, the clothes on your back—it was all paid for with the Mercer Family’s money."
"Now that it’s finally time for you to repay the Mercer Family, you want to cut ties with us?"
"I’d like to know where on earth you think you’ll find a deal that good."
Claire Mercer sneered, "What, are you still thinking of marrying me off to that Mr. Bower?"
