I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home-Chapter 95: Putting Her on the Moral High Ground

"You... you, Irene Lynch! You’re trying to rebel, aren’t you? Your brother is the only boy in the Lynch family! If you don’t support him, then... then..."

Patricia Payne tried to say more, but Irene Lynch had already grabbed a nearby broom and started swatting at her.

"Get out!"

"Did I give birth to him? And I’m supposed to buy him a house and pay for his son to get married? Why? Did he provide for me? Or did his son?"

"Have you already forgotten how the Lynch family treated me back then?"

"My mom is long dead! What the hell is he to me?!"

"And now you’re coming after my daughter?"

"What? So in the future, when my daughter’s earning money, she’ll have to support his son and grandson, too?"

"Get out! Get the hell out of my house right now!"

Irene Lynch’s chest heaved with rage as she brandished the broom, swatting at Stephen Lynch and Patricia Payne.

Before long, she had chased the pair out the door.

Grace Winslow found the whole scene rather amusing.

"Grace, c-can I stay here with you? I don’t want to get married, and... and I don’t want them to keep leeching off of me," the young girl left behind in the living room asked Grace in a tiny, quiet voice.

Grace Winslow glanced at her. "If you don’t want to get married, then stand up for yourself. No one is obligated to help you. If you don’t even have the courage to fight back, then even if I let you stay here, you’ll just end up going back to the Lynch family to be their personal blood bank."

"You should go. If you truly want to change your situation and escape this predicament, you have to rely on yourself, not on others. You can’t depend on anyone but yourself."

Grace Winslow was no saint.

’I had my fill of being a bleeding heart in my past life. Now, all I want is to live a peaceful life with my family. I have no desire to get involved in anyone else’s drama.’

’After all, you can never truly know what’s in a person’s heart. You never know if the person you’re helping is an angel or a devil in disguise.’

’Making that mistake once was more than enough. I will never repeat it.’

At these words, Laura Lynch’s eyes reddened. She stood up and immediately knelt before Grace Winslow. "Grace, I... I’m truly at the end of my rope. I have no other options. I can’t go back with them. If I go back with them, I’ll die."

"Please, you’re a woman, too. You have to understand my situation, don’t you? I’m only sixteen years old. I don’t want to get married so young. I’m begging you, please take me in."

"I can do anything. I can wash clothes, cook, even go work in a factory."

"I’m a very hard worker."

"Just let me stay. Please. I’m begging you, please..."

She wailed while banging her head on the floor in front of Grace.

Grace Winslow was taken aback by this dramatic display and didn’t know how to react for a moment.

After chasing Stephen Lynch and his wife out, Irene Lynch turned around and realized she’d missed one.

When she came back in, she saw Laura Lynch kowtowing to her own daughter.

She was instantly furious.

She marched over, grabbed Laura Lynch by the collar, and started dragging her toward the door. "Out, out, out! You’re bad luck! My daughter isn’t dead yet, are you trying to curse her with a short life?!"

"None of you from the Lynch family are any good! Don’t think for a second I don’t know what you’re really about. Stop trying to bring your poison to my daughter’s doorstep. Now get out!"

With that, she threw Laura Lynch out, slammed the door, and locked it.

Watching her mom’s formidable fighting prowess, Grace Winslow couldn’t help but give her a thumbs-up.

Irene Lynch tossed the broom aside and angrily chugged half a glass of water.

Once she caught her breath, she said to Grace, "You haven’t had much contact with the Lynch family, so there’s a lot you don’t know. If you had been soft-hearted just now and let that girl stay, it would have been like letting the fox into the henhouse."

"That girl is venomous. Don’t be fooled by how docile and pitiful she looks. She’s incredibly calculating!"

"Otherwise, how do you think she’s managed to stay unmarried until now, when she’s almost seventeen?"

"She has two younger sisters, one is fourteen and the other is fifteen, but they’ve already..."

Irene Lynch trailed off, but Grace understood.

’Laura Lynch was probably the one with the darkest heart in Stephen Lynch’s family. As for her two younger sisters... who was to say that she hadn’t been the one to scheme them out of the house?’