"Why? Go to the grave—"
Shirley Turner didn’t finish her sentence before her phone seemed to be snatched away, and then Jason Miller’s angry voice came through, "Lily Miller! Eager for my death, and already rushing to show me the cemetery? Telling you, my life is tough!"
I chuckled, "Don’t get ahead of yourself, you’ll find out how tough you are once you get there."
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I hung up, thinking how naive they really were.
Did they really think I was dutiful enough to take him to pick a burial site in advance?
This heartless father, even scattering his ashes at sea would feel like polluting the ocean, contaminating its creatures!
Did they really think I’d spend money to buy him a cemetery plot!
Half an hour later, our two cars arrived at the cemetery one after another.
As soon as we got out, Shirley Turner started shouting at me, the three of them wouldn’t stop complaining and cursing at me.
I ignored them, discussed briefly with the rideshare driver, and gave him an extra one thousand, asking him to follow me into the cemetery — fare still paid for the return trip.
The rideshare driver, hearing about this great deal, agreed immediately, and asked softly, "Ma’am, what’s your relationship with them? They’ve been badmouthing you in the car, saying nasty things."
I smiled bitterly, "That’s my biological father, stepmother, and their illegitimate child."
"Damn! How shameless!" The driver was outraged, immediately understanding, and whispered, "Sister, don’t worry, I’ve got your back!"
This was precisely why I paid him to accompany me up there.
When dealing with these animals of the Miller family, you need to be on your guard.
After securing a "bodyguard," I turned, took a couple of steps forward, looked at them with a faint smile, and gestured up the mountain with my chin, "Let’s go, take a walk up."
Jason Miller glared at me, his mind now clear, and asked angrily, "Lily Miller, did you bring me to your mother’s grave?"
I turned and looked at him, smiling coolly, "Yes, you’ve never been, it’s your first time today."
Shirley Turner’s face changed upon hearing this, she cursed, "Are you crazy? Your dad and your mom have long been divorced, unrelated. What are we doing at her grave!"
Shirley Turner supported Jason Miller, and they turned to leave.
I looked at my younger brother Mason Miller and tempted him, "Mason, carry your dad up there, and I’ll give you five thousand on the spot, bank transfer."
"What?!" Shirley Turner’s eyes nearly popped out, then she looked at her own son and ordered, "Oliver, don’t listen to her! Don’t be stupid!"
But Mason had long been so poor he didn’t have a penny, and hearing such an easy five thousand, he was immediately tempted.
"Dad, we’ve already come, let’s go take a look."
"Unfilial son! Bastard!"
Jason Miller was so angry his face turned red and his neck swelled, he turned around to leave.
I then said to Mason, "Five thousand, think about it, once your dad leaves, the money flies away."
I was intentionally driving a wedge between the father and son, and also letting them know, that I had money and it was up to me how to spend it.
Mason looked at me, "Do you mean it!"
Mason hesitated a bit, staring at me for a few seconds, he surely understood my intention, but for the money, he ultimately sold out his own dad.
Only to see Mason turn around, and rush to Jason Miller, "Dad, I’ll carry you up!"
He bent down, signaling Jason Miller to get on his back.
But immediately, Shirley Turner gave him a tough beating, "Bastard! They give you some money and you forget your parents? Don’t you understand Lily is humiliating you!"
Mason was straightforwardly saying, "Mom, then you guys throw money to humiliate me, I don’t mind being humiliated a few more times."
"You... You’re simply—" Shirley Turner was so furious she couldn’t catch her breath, she caught her son and kicked him twice more.
Mason was kicked to the ground, but he immediately got up.
This time he no longer showed any courtesy to his biological father, forcibly carrying Jason Miller on his back, causing Jason Miller to curse non-stop, shaking with rage.
I held back my laughter with difficulty, seeing him hoist the person up, I quickly turned and walked upward, leading the way for them.
Actually, the distance wasn’t far, just about a hundred meters.
But they fought all the way, and in the end, Mason dragged Jason up there.
"Here it is, my mother and grandfather’s graves." I stood in front of the two tombstones, instructing Mason to put the person down.
Gasping, Mason threw his own father to the ground like a sack, then fished out his phone from his pocket and extended it toward me, "The five thousand!"
I straightforwardly took out my phone, scanned his payment code, and transferred five thousand.
Mason laughed, "Sis, generous as always!"
He actually called me sis.
I smiled too, "Thanks, good brother."
Shirley Turner also came up, witnessing this scene, she was so angry she caught Mason again, twisting and pinching him, making Mason yelp with pain.
Jason Miller sat slumped on the ground, disheveled, after resting, he shakily tried to stand up.
Seeing him still wanting to leave, I spoke slowly, "If you leave, I won’t give you a penny, just prepare to meet the Yama King."
Jason Miller gritted his teeth, glaring at me, "I can sue you in court! You must support me!"
"If you sue, then I’ll sell the company, all my assets to charity, not leaving a cent, let’s see how the court rules."
"You—" Jason Miller was too angry to speak.
Shirley Turner shouted, "I don’t believe it! So much money, you’d have the heart to give it up? Just bluffing!"
I sneered coldly, looking at her, my face devoid of any warmth, "Go ahead and try, see if I mean it."
They immediately fell silent, not daring to utter a word.
Mason stood aside, playing games on his phone, speaking peacably, "Dad, you’re in this situation, if you need something, lower your stance, except for Lily no one will pay for your treatment, I’m broke anyway."
"Bastard, shut up!" Jason Miller scolded harshly, "Ungrateful animal!"
Looking at this unexpectedly helpful ally, I felt better, and said with a smile, "Mason, I’ll transfer another thousand to you."
"Thanks, Sis, you really are beautiful and kind-hearted!" Mason immediately brought his phone over, and I transferred another thousand to him.
I bet if I kept tempting him , he’d willingly force Jason Miller to kneel at the grave later for the money.
For a moment, I didn’t know how to judge this brother.
Of course, he bullied me many times when we were kids, and I hated him enough to want to skin and peel him.
But in this moment, I felt he was very useful.
Even grateful for his presence.
Shirley Turner and Jason Miller might just get infuriated to death by their own son!
I turned back to them, starting to state my demands, "I can pay for your treatment, but you must first kneel and apologize to my mother and grandfather. If you kneel and apologize today, I will arrange your admission today. Henceforth, on the first of every month, you must come here to kneel and apologize, plus spend half an hour repenting, then I’ll continue one month’s treatment fee. If you don’t come, or come without sincerity, I’ll immediately stop the payment."