Chapter 113 Making Trouble In Public


    In the design department of the Larson Group


    Considering it wasn''t working hours yet, most employees were having breakfast.


    "Why did you take the day off yesterday?" Gerda munched on her sandwich and inadvertently


    nced at J.


    "Well, I had something private to deal with," J mumbled.


    She recalled the passionate kiss she shared with Ethan on the sofast night. They had been


    kissing for quite a while. Her lips had be numb after it. J quickly brushed the thought away


    as her cheeks became hot.


    Gerda arched an eyebrow and studied her face. Seeing J giggle like a teenage girl, she


    understood what had happened. "Oh, you went on a date? Lind, please control yourself. We are in


    thepany now. Don''tugh like a crazy, lovesick woman."


    J immediately pursed her lips to suppress her smile. "Oh,e on. Stop talking nonsense."


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    Gerda didn''t want to argue with her. The suddenmotion downstairs caught her attention. She


    looked out of the window and asked curiously, "What''s going on? Why have so many people


    gathered downstairs?"


    Many workers were standing by the window, staring downstairs. J also joined them to see what


    was going on.


    Her eyes widened; she was taken aback for a moment.


    In the middle of the curious crowd stood Bernie and Fiona.


    J quickly ran downstairs.


    Seeing here out of the building, Fiona quickly rushed to her, carrying a kraft paper bag. She


    looked depressed and indignant.


    J frowned at her. "What are you doing here?" Strangely enough, both Bernie and Fiona were


    wearing ordinary, wrinkly clothes, unlike their usual expensive ones. They didn''t look wealthy and


    extravagant like they usually did but looked like two peasants who had juste out of their farm


    after work.


    Fiona looked much older than usual. She looked like she was in her fifties or sixties, probably


    because she deliberately wore haggard makeup. The dark circles under her eyes and her wrinkly


    face made her look pitiful.


    "You kept pestering us to give you money. Why else do you think we are doing here?" Fiona wiped


    her eyes, took out a stack of cash from the kraft paper bag, and purposefully handed it to J as


    all the employees watched them.


    Then, she sniffed and began to cry out loud. "Don''te to our house asking for money again.


    We''ve sold all our possessions to give you money. We don''t have anything else to give you. Please


    don''t force us again. We can''t afford an adopted daughter like you. We have raised you all these


    years without expecting anything in return. But you can''t treat us this way. We are getting old." It


    looked like the two hade to the Larson Group just to ruin J''s reputation.


    J checked the money and realized at least three or four hundred thousand dors were in the


    paper bag. Besides, she had also saved up after selling the things she had got from them in the


    past. The money would be sufficient enough to meet Hannah''s medical expenses.


    J was thrilled. Now that she had the money, she didn''t have to worry about Hannah''s medical


    expenses anymore.


    The fake pitiful looks on Bernie and Fiona''s faces disgusted her. J wasn''t in the mood to talk to


    them anymore. "Thank you. If you don''t have anything else to say, I''d better return to work."


    Seeing that she was about to leave, Fiona hurriedly stopped her.


    J tried wriggling out of her hold. But even before J pulled her hand back, Fiona screamed


    and fell to the ground.


    "How can you do this to us, J? You didn''t bother calling us your parents when I gave you the


    money. Now, you''ve pushed your mom to the ground. You''re an ungrateful daughter! God will


    punish you. If you have a conscience, tell everyone how we''ve raised you all these years. But


    you''ve forgotten all that. Money is all you need. But we have nothing left to give you. Do you want to


    take our lives? Would that satiate your greed?"


    J crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Fiona. "You have never been nice to me. Now,


    you owe me money. What are you up to now? All right, go ahead. Bring it on. I''ll see what you can


    do."


    "You ungrateful bitch!" Fiona waved her hands in exasperation. She continued to pound the ground


    and cry, which seemed to garner everyone''s attention.


    It was working hours now. Several employees were walking in and out of the Larson Group. Hearing


    Fiona''s usations, they cast a disgusted look at J.


    "Gosh, could she be more greedy?"


    "Look at their clothes! Her parents look like they''re struggling to make ends meet. How could their


    daughter ask them for money instead of supporting them?"


    "It''s said that she is an adopted daughter. How could an adopted daughter ask for money from her


    parents with such arrogance when she should be grateful for them?"