Chapter 467


    In the end, Peter was forced to work as a delivery person. He’d braced himself for Skr’s mockery,


    but her surprise was fleeting. Her usual indifference quickly returned.


    Slr tly said, “I don’t enjoy kicking people when they’re down. While your past actions warrant it,


    I have no connection to you anymore. There’s no point.”


    News about the Williams family’s downfall had faded in recent days. The initial frenzy had died


    down. Soon, Jipsburg would likely forget the Williams Group’s copse.


    However, Skr found Maisy’s silence unusual. It was unlike her troublemaking nature. She


    wondered if Kenny or the others had done something to her. Was it possible that they had locked


    her up?


    Peter’s face grew even paler. “Can you forgive us for what happened?”


    He deflected me on Maisy, iming she was the instigator behind their mistreatment of Skr.


    He believed that if they hadn’t wronged her, she wouldn’t be


    so distant now in the time of need.


    Regret gnawed at him. Knowing what he knew now, he would have gotten rid of Maisy from the


    start.


    Skr smirked. “Do you think I should forgive you?”


    True to Peter’s nature, he thought appearing before her in a pitiful state would make her forgive


    him. Even now, Peter hadn’t shed his maniptive ways.


    “Everyone makes mistakes and gets deceived. Maisy misled us. If it weren’t for her, we wouldn’t


    have treated you that way,” he said. Peter was trying to shift the responsibility entirely onto Maisy.


    Skr was amazed by his audacity. Even facing his downfall, he refused to take responsibility and


    tried to twist the narrative.


    As Skr finished her fondue, she stood up and met Peter’s gaze indifferently. “Your words are


    meaningless. From now on, pretend you don’t know me.


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    Peter’s desperation grew. He blocked her path. “Mom’s health is failing, Skr. She constantly talks


    about you, regretting her actions. We all realize our mistakes. You can ignore us, but not your own


    mother.”


    The arrogant executive was gone, reced by a desperate man pleading for


    forgiveness.


    Skr’s patience was wearing thin. “Just spit it out. What do you really want?”


    She knew encountering Peter here was no coincidence.


    Peter hesitated, his eyes flickering. Before he could answer, a drunken Samuel


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    stumbled over.


    “Peter, get on with it! She’s our sister! Ask her for the money already! We need it!” Samuel slurred,


    barely standing upright.


    Samuel was in an even worse state than Peter. Skr couldn’t recognize him without


    a closer look.


    Samuel was still dressed in designer clothes, and his face was both pale and


    flushed. The paleness suggested ack of rest, while the flush indicated he had been


    drinking.


    Peter took a deep breath. “I’m sorry to bother you like this, but Mom needs medication every day,


    and all our money is going toward paying off debts. We can’t afford her medicine. So, I hope you


    can lend us some money.”