Chapter 405
"Jonathan, have you no conscience? He's your own nephew! If you refuse to help him today, I'll smash my head against your doorstep and let the whole neighborhood see how you drove your own mother to her grave!" The old woman resorted to her usual theatrics, her wrinkled face twisted with fury.
The old man stood silently by, knowing full well that since Jonathan had changed, his wife's usual tricks wouldn't work anymore.
Jonathan's lips curled into a cold smile. "Mother, are you really going to kill yourself?" His voice was light, but his eyes were icy.
She was willing to go this far for Sean?
He couldn't understand what was so special about that worthless nephew of his. How could his own mother value a good-for-nothing grandson over her own son?
"Yes! I'll die right in front of you!" The old woman jutted out her chin defiantly, as if she had nothing left to lose.
She knew this was the one thing he used to fear.
"Luna, come in!" Jonathan suddenly called toward the door.
His eldest daughter stepped inside. "Dad, what is it?"
"Go to the police station and file a report. Tell them there’s illegal gambling and loan-sharking going on, and it’s about to turn deadly. Give them Grandma’s address—it falls under the town precinct." His words were slow and deliberate.
Luna froze.
"Now!" Jonathan barked.
Snapping out of her shock, she turned to leave.
A police report?
Perfect!
If they could lock Sean up, their lives would finally be peaceful.
The old woman grabbed her granddaughter’s sleeve. "Don’t you dare!"
"Mother, weren’t you just threatening to kill yourself? Fine. The moment you’re gone, I’ll report it. I’ll tell them Sean’s loan sharks drove his own grandmother to suicide." Jonathan’s gaze was merciless. "Then you can watch from the afterlife as that bastard’s life is ruined."
This time, he was dead serious.
His parents had lost their minds, throwing away a good life just to indulge Sean’s recklessness.
"Jonathan, are you trying to kill your own nephew?" The old man finally spoke up.
If this kept up, the police would come.
Even if they didn’t arrest Sean immediately, the loan sharks would never let him off the hook. Jonathan’s move was cutting off Sean’s last escape route.
"Father, whoever makes my family suffer will suffer worse." Jonathan’s tone was calm, but every word was a blade.
He wasn’t the pushover he used to be.
"Jonathan, I never should’ve—" The old woman started to spit venom.
"Enough!" The old man cut her off sharply.
No matter what, Jonathan was still their son. The old man knew the truth—when they grew too old to care for themselves, they’d have to rely on him. Their eldest son was unreliable, and Sean was nothing but trash.
"Fine. If Jonathan won’t help, we’re leaving." The old man turned and walked out without another glance.
The old woman hurried after him. "But Sean—"
Without the money, those loan sharks would kill him!
"He dug his own grave. We’re too old to clean up his mess." The old man gritted his teeth as he crossed the threshold.
The old woman turned back and spat at Jonathan before finally leaving.
Jonathan wiped his face and said nothing.
She was still his mother, after all.