Fiona Chambers flew into a rage when she heard they were going to take the companies back.
"I don’t agree!"
"These two branch companies were given to Juliet Sinclair by Dad. You can’t take them back."
"Brother, Sister-in-law, are you trying to defy Dad’s dying wish?" Fiona Chambers invoked their father’s memory, trying to threaten them.
Hearing her words, Caleb Sinclair’s eyes narrowed. He then spoke slowly, "Since it was Grandpa’s dying wish, we won’t take them back."
As soon as he said this, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief. But his next words left both Fiona Chambers and Evan Sinclair stunned.
"Serena Sinclair is your biological daughter and has the Sinclair family’s blood. Transfer the branch companies to her name."
’Give them to that little bitch?’
"I refuse! The companies are mine," Evan Sinclair immediately retorted. "Brother, she’s a girl! What’s the point of giving the companies to her?"
"She’s just going to get married off someday. Giving the companies to her is just handing them over to an outsider, isn’t it?"
Caleb Sinclair sneered. "Her last name is Sinclair."
After saying this, he walked over to Serena Sinclair. He looked at her bruised and swollen face, the blood trickling from the corner of her mouth and even from her ear.
"Serena Sinclair, grovel three times to my sister and apologize. Those two companies will be transferred to your name in a week." Caleb Sinclair’s voice was cold and condescending. "However, the Sinclair Group will no longer offer you any support. Whether those two companies live or die is entirely up to you."
Caleb Sinclair had long wanted to stop wasting the group’s resources on propping up two failing companies. Now he had the perfect excuse to kick them to the curb.
Serena Sinclair’s head was spinning from the beating. After hearing his words, it took her a long moment to process them.
’Three grovels and a simple "I’m sorry" to get two companies?’
’Groveling to that damn woman Hazel Sinclair was nothing.’
Bracing herself with her hands, Serena Sinclair shakily climbed up from the floor.
When Fiona Chambers saw that she was actually going to kneel, she panicked.
She rushed over and kicked Serena Sinclair hard, her eyes glaring fiercely as she cursed, "You little bitch, if you dare kneel, I’ll kill you!"
"The companies belong to your brother! If you dare kneel, I’ll grab a knife and stab you to death right now!"
Evan Sinclair panicked too. Caleb Sinclair always kept his word. If Serena Sinclair really kneeled and apologized, the companies would truly be transferred to her name in a week.
"Serena Sinclair, if you dare to kneel and apologize, you’ll pay for this!"
Watching this scene unfold, Hazel Sinclair couldn’t help but let out a laugh. ’How ironic.’
’When their own interests were at stake, they were more selfish than anyone.’
Serena Sinclair was kicked to the ground, but she got up again, her eyes filled with determination.
She knelt straight down in front of Hazel Sinclair, then slammed her head to the ground. "I’m sorry!"
One loud thud.
Hazel Sinclair quickly moved aside a little. She couldn’t bear to receive her grovel.
THUD—
The second thud landed, and Serena Sinclair shouted again, "I’m sorry."
With only one last grovel remaining, Evan Sinclair grew desperate.
Ignoring the fact that this was his own sister, he walked over and landed a vicious kick.
He kicked with great force. Serena Sinclair was sent flying and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Seeing this, even Hazel Sinclair panicked.
"System, is she going to die?" Hazel Sinclair asked nervously. ’Those two are really inhuman. How is beating someone like this still not enough to vent their anger?’
[Yes, she has suffered some internal and external injuries.] the system replied earnestly, its tone turning serious.
[You humans are truly complex. She’s their own biological daughter, their own sister born from the same womb, yet they torment her like an enemy.]
Hazel Sinclair had no answer to that, because she herself had never figured out the nature of humanity.
Serena Sinclair felt pain wracking her entire body. Her vision was darkening and her head was dizzy, but she held onto one thought.
She was still one grovel short. She had to get those two companies.
With this in mind, Serena Sinclair climbed to her feet, knelt properly in Hazel Sinclair’s direction, and lowered her head for the final grovel.
A weak voice echoed in the hall. "I’m sorry."
The deal was struck. Caleb Sinclair raised a hand, signaling for the family doctor waiting nearby to come and check her injuries.
Evan Sinclair’s chest heaved with anger. He was someone who had always gotten whatever he wanted at home. How could he accept losing his greatest asset now?
"AHHH! Those are my companies! Mine!" Enraged, Evan Sinclair started smashing things.
He violently smashed a vase from the coffee table onto the floor. Porcelain shards flew everywhere. Everyone else quickly dodged, but Hazel Sinclair was a bit too slow and got nicked by a piece.
In an instant, red blood welled up on her fair arm. When Leon Sterling saw this, his face immediately darkened.
Before anyone could react, he strode over, grabbed Evan Sinclair by the collar, and smashed his fist into his face.
One punch wasn’t enough, so he threw another. He was incredibly strong; two punches were enough to knock out one of his molars.
"If you’re going to throw a fit, get the hell out and do it."
He glanced back at the cut on Hazel Sinclair’s arm. It was a long gash, starkly visible against her fair skin.
"Damn it." Even Leon Sterling, who was usually so well-mannered, couldn’t stop himself from swearing.
Hazel Sinclair stared down at the cut on her arm, completely stunned.
’Why was I the one who got hurt?’
’Am I really that unlucky?’
’I really am a jinx.’
"Let go of my son right now, you poor bastard!"
"You damn pauper, you beat my son like this! I’m definitely sending you to prison!"
Fiona Chambers rushed over to help her son up, shouting furiously at Leon Sterling.
Mrs. Sinclair, who had been silent until now, walked over and slapped her hard across the face.
It was a forceful slap, and her manicured nails left several scratches on Fiona Chambers’s face.
"The vase cost three million at auction. Add two million for my daughter’s medical fees, and that comes to a total of five million. Pay up." Mrs. Sinclair stood before her, her cool voice devoid of any warmth. Thinking of the long gash on her daughter’s arm, Mrs. Sinclair wished she could just kill this whole group of people.
’They came into my home, screaming and hitting people, smashing my things, and even hurt my daughter.’
’What a bunch of morons. I have to minimize contact with them from now on.’
Fiona Chambers clutched her face. Hearing the compensation amount, she stared wide-eyed and demanded, "That vase was worth three million?"
’It looked so ordinary, how could it possibly be worth three million!’
’And that girl only got a scratch, yet they want two million for it? What a rip-off!’
"That little money pit gets a scratch and it costs two million?" Fiona blurted out, her mind unable to process the sum. Seeing that Hazel Sinclair was a woman, the derogatory term came out instinctively.
SLAP—
"Go to hell!"
Mrs. Sinclair slapped her again, and Simon Sinclair rushed forward and kicked her.
"You’re the fucking money pit, you old bitch! You!" Simon Sinclair stood over her, pointing at the fallen Fiona Chambers and cursing. "You’re the one who’s worthless!"
Watching this unfold, Hazel Sinclair was so moved she started crying again.
"System, I want to stay with the Sinclair Family! I’m not doing the mission anymore! Waaaah," Hazel Sinclair cried out to the system.
[Hey, hey, hey—don’t switch sides!]
The system was shocked. ’Those two only defended her a little, how did that make the Host cry for real?’
’Not only that, she’s even giving up on the mission.’