Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 365: A Scumbag Also Deserves to Speak of Kindness

Chapter 365: Chapter 365: A Scumbag Also Deserves to Speak of Kindness

"If you’re scared, then obediently give me the money. If I’m not satisfied, don’t expect to get off easy."

Henry Summers sat on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, looking down at Serena Summers with an air of superiority.

Serena Summers looked at him coldly, as if she were looking at a dead man.

"Good, then I really want to see how you plan to make things difficult for me."

Serena Summers sat down on the opposite sofa, a faint smile lingering on her lips.

For a moment, Henry Summers thought he saw Old Master Lane’s shadow in Serena Summers.

His face darkening, he looked at Serena Summers with eyes full of disdain, "I knew it, I should have drowned you in water when I had the chance."

True to the blood they shared, the look in her eyes was exactly like Old Master Lane’s when he looked at him.

Back in the day when he went to propose to Jeanette Lane at the Lane Family.

But Old Master Lane only looked down at him from on high, telling him that a poor boy like him even dared to covet their Lane Family’s precious young lady.

Although Old Master Lane didn’t utter any harsh words, the look he gave him was as if he was looking down at a mouse in the gutter.

As if he was some filthy creature, not even worth a second glance.

He remembered those eyes for most of his life.

Never did he imagine that one day he would see that same look in Serena Summers.

His hands clenched tightly into fists, his eyes brimming with ferocious hatred.

Serena Summers chuckled, her tone calm and undisturbed, "Is that so? Well then, you really should have drowned me back then."

Henry Summers sneered, "Pity... I was too merciful to you back then. The child of that bitch Jeanette Lane, I didn’t want to leave any of them behind."

In fact, when Jeanette Lane was first pregnant, he had hesitated, wondering whether he should arrange for an ’accident’."

That bitch Jeanette Lane, although holding the title of the legitimate wife, was actually nothing without the Lane Family.

How could a woman like her be fit to bear his child?

"A piece of scum like you also has the nerve to mention the word ’merciful’?" Serena Summers got up lackadaisically and ordered the servants, "Get rid of him. This beast that’s worse than pigs and dogs has dirtied our air just by being here a second longer."

She had thought Henry Summers had some kind of leverage, coming to her so confidently asking for money.

Turns out it was just a bunch of useless talk—she didn’t want to hear a moment more of it.

Several servants stepped forward, standing firm in front of Henry Summers, "Mr. Summers, please."

"Serena Summers, you whore, I am your biological father!" Henry Summers’ eyes bulged with rage, his eyes turned bloodshot as he charged at Serena Summers from behind.

He raised his hand, as if to strike Serena Summers.

Serena Summers sensed the strong malice coming from behind, accompanied by a cutting wind.

Her expression hardened and she instinctively moved to the side to dodge.

Henry Summers moved too fast, and the servants didn’t react in time, gasping in shock when they realized what was happening.

Serena Summers narrowed her eyes and kicked out towards him.

Caught off guard, Henry Summers’ fist missed, and a sharp pain followed at his abdomen.

It was only after his body crashed heavily to the floor that he came to his senses.

He looked up in astonishment, meeting Serena Summers’ eyes, filled with disbelief.

When did Serena Summers become so skilled? He had never noticed before.

But before he could continue the thought, he saw Serena Summers slowly walking towards him.

Henry’s heart skipped a beat with sudden dread, a bad premonition flooding in.

Remembering the viciousness when Serena Summers struck, he couldn’t help but cower, his body scooting backwards.

"Don’t come any closer! Serena Summers, I warn you, if you dare lay a hand on me, I will never let you off!"

"Is that the only thing you know how to say?"

Serena Summers sneered softly, and with a little effort, she pushed him back down to the ground.

"Serena Summers, I am your biological father! You can’t treat me like this!"

Facing Serena’s icy gaze that seemed murderous, Henry Summers was genuinely afraid.

His throat was tightly gripped by Serena, his darkened face turning a bright red from suffocation.

He tried to struggle, grasping at Serena’s wrists with all his might, trying to fling her hands off.

Yet for some reason, despite looking frail and delicate, Serena had an incredibly surprising amount of strength.

No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t break free.

He wanted to shout for help, but found the surrounding servants all stood a few steps away, watching with cold indifference.

Not a single person was willing to step forward to help.

Henry Summers: "..."

What kind of psychopaths are the Shaw family? When someone’s life is nearly at stake, don’t they know to intervene?

"Have you ever fulfilled your responsibility as a biological father for even a single day? For your personal gains, you deliberately sold me to an illegal organization. A biological father? Are you even worthy?"

Henry’s struggling hands froze, his pupils suddenly contracting, "How...how did you find out?"

This matter, he hadn’t mentioned a word back in his home country, not even to Grace Summers.

If he hadn’t been driven to a corner, he would have taken the secret to his grave.

So how on earth did Serena find out?

The more he thought, the more panic took root in Henry’s heart, and he even broke out in goosebumps.

Serena let out a sneer, released her grip around Henry’s neck, and stood up with disgust.

"If you don’t want others to know, don’t do it yourself. This is your last chance, get lost."

She wasn’t going to dirty her hands because of Henry Summers, but she hoped he would take the hint and stop loitering around her in the future.

Once Henry gained his freedom, he couldn’t care less about money.

He hurriedly got up from the ground and scurried away from the Shaw Family residence.

Before leaving, he even dared to make a vicious threat, "Serena Summers, just you wait for me, I will not let you off!"

Even though the words were meant to be threatening, they carried a tremor, lacking any real confidence.

Watching his frantic escape, a hint of mockery flickered in Serena’s eyes.

"Young Madam, just like that, you let him go? What if he becomes desperate enough to do something harmful to you later on?"

Sister Green approached Serena with concern in her voice.

"Don’t worry, I won’t let anything like that happen." Serena’s lips curled into a meaningful, deep smile.

After climbing the stairs, Serena made a call to Edward Selwyn.

"Big Brother Edward, I need to ask you for a favor."

"What kind of favor? Just tell me."

"It’s nothing major, just send a couple of guys over, I need them to take care of something."

Edward Selwyn, who was dealing with paperwork, paused momentarily, his heart suddenly alert, "What happened?"

"Henry Summers came to the Shaw residence today, and Grace Summers has probably returned." Serena briefly recounted the day’s events.

Edward’s brow furrowed even deeper, "So you intend to take action against them?"

Serena’s clear eyes blinked, a sly glint in their depths, "Who said that? I am a law-abiding good citizen."

There’s a saying, after all: Evil brings its own retribution.

She certainly wouldn’t dirty her hands for a man like Henry Summers.

However, the vengeance from 21 years ago, that must be meticulously settled.

If it weren’t for the fact that she was a light sleeper when Adrian Holt answered the phone, she might still be in the dark even now.

It turns out, all the tragedies of her life originated from that man who claimed to be her biological father.