I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home-Chapter 97: Went Out with a Knife

The door suddenly flew open. Patricia Payne, who had been chattering nonstop, jumped in fright and almost choked on her own spit.

Laura Lynch, who had been weeping alongside her, instantly fell silent and stared at Grace Winslow, trembling.

Grace Winslow looked coldly at the three people before her. "Are you done?"

"Stephen Lynch, was your mother a stepmother? Or a mistress? My grandmother wasn’t even dead yet, and she’d already had a child with my grandfather. You’re an illegitimate son. What gives you the nerve to come to my door and cause a scene?"

"Have you no shame?"

"And you," she said, turning to Patricia, "you’ve got a lot of nerve. What makes you think my mom would give the house she worked her ass off for to an illegitimate son? As if he’s worthy?"

"You think being loud and spouting nonsense makes you right?"

"Are you going to get out or not? If you don’t, don’t blame me for getting rough. I don’t care if you’re a ’relative’ or my ’uncle.’ Do I even know you? In all these years, have you visited me even once?"

"Now that you know we’re doing a little better, you decide to show up and freeload."

"You want to make a scene at my mom’s office? Why don’t you try making one at mine first?"

"And to all the neighbors, all you uncles and aunties, I suggest you stay out of it, unless you want to get burned. These people would even swindle their own relatives. They demanded a whole apartment the moment they opened their mouths. Do you really think you have anything worth them swindling?"

"When they decide to leech off you next, don’t come crying to us for help."

"Let me be clear: we are not associated with them." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"You... you... you... How dare a junior like you speak to us like that? Huh? Have you no manners at all—AHH!"

Patricia Payne’s chest ached with fury as Grace pointed right in her face and screamed at her. Seeing her perfect plan about to fall apart, she grew desperate.

But before she could finish, Grace slapped her squarely across the face.

"My upbringing only taught me that when you hear a dog barking, you kick it hard. Don’t give it any chance to open its mouth, lest you get bitten." Grace shook out her hand. She had put her all into that slap, and now her wrist was starting to ache.

Patricia Payne’s face burned.

She started to speak again, but panicked when she saw Grace shake out her hand once more.

She reached out and grabbed Stephen Lynch beside her. "Stephen Lynch, your niece hit me! Aren’t you going to do something about it?"

Stephen Lynch put on a brave face and glared at Grace. "Grace, you apologize to your aunt—"

SLAP—

He didn’t even finish his sentence before Grace swung her arm in a wide arc and landed a slap right on his face.

"Your skin is so thick, it made my hand hurt." Grace shook her hand, her palm stinging with fiery pain.

’That slap was satisfying, but it really hurt.’

She frowned, glancing at her palm.

Just then, Irene Lynch emerged from the kitchen, brandishing a meat cleaver.

The sight terrified Patricia Payne. Her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground. A moment later, a puddle of yellow liquid spread out from beneath her.

Stephen Lynch’s legs were trembling too, and he was so frightened he began to stutter. "Sis... sis... we... we can... t-t-talk... this... out..."

"Get out! If you don’t, this cleaver is going to land on you!" Irene Lynch yelled, brandishing the weapon fiercely.

"Aiyeee—" Stephen Lynch shrieked. He bolted, completely forgetting about Patricia Payne and Laura Lynch.

Patricia Payne scrambled and crawled her way out. The moment Stephen Lynch fled, Laura Lynch leaped to her feet and ran after him.

The pests were finally gone.

Grace Winslow shook out her hand.

Irene Lynch grabbed her daughter’s hand to take a look and immediately started cursing. "Those goddamn sons of bitches! How dare they touch my daughter! If they hadn’t run so fast, I would’ve chopped them a few times. What a bunch of trash!"