Hearing My Husband’s Secret Thoughts, and Let Karma Find Him Chapter 06
The day after Ryan was arrested, I returned to the mansion with eight bodyguards.
The moment I stepped inside, I heard Ryan’s mother screaming curses from the yard.
“Are all the damn maids dead? Hurry up and dig up this imported sod. I’m planting scallions here!”
“And go make my son’s premium Manuka–honey tonic. He’s in charge of the company now, and that kind of work takes brainpower!”
She stood on the steps with her hands on her hips, completely unaware that Ryan was sitting in a detention center.
When she saw me walk in with people behind me, Ryan’s mother glared, grabbed the broom beside her, and charged at me.
“Tessa, you barren little jinx, how dare you come
back?”
“Ryan went to the office to work overtime in the middle of the night. Before he left, he made it clear
that this house belongs to the Lawsons now.”
“Get the hell out, or I’ll break your legs!”
She raised the broom and swung it at my face. I
stood where I was without moving.
Behind me, the captain of the bodyguards stepped
forward and kicked Ryan’s mother in the knee.
Ryan’s mother screamed and fell face–first onto the ground.
Her front teeth hit the steps, and blood poured from her mouth.
“This is insane! This is insane! My daughter–in–law is beating her husband’s mother! God will strike
her down!”
She lay on the ground, rolling around and wailing.
I walked up to her, looked down, and said, “Old
hag, it’s time to wake up from your little fantasy.”
“Your son was arrested last night for a $700
million fraud case.”
“And this house, including every single brick under
your feet, is my separate premarital property.”
I turned to the bodyguards.
“Go throw all her trashy clothes, fertility tonics,
and those chickens into the dumpsters out on the
street.”
“And throw her out with them. Don’t let her dirty my floors.”
“You wouldn’t dare! My son runs the company! My son is going to get out any minute and kill every last one of you!”
Ryan’s mother thrashed wildly, waving both arms. Two bodyguards stepped forward and lifted her
- up.
Several black vans screeched to a stop in front of
the mansion.
The doors slid open, and more than a dozen debt collectors with tattooed arms and metal rods
rushed out.
The bald man leading them glanced at Ryan’s mother, who was being held up by the
bodyguards. Then he took out a photo, compared it to her face, and spoke.
“You’re Ryan’s mother, right?”
“Your son owed us $400 million in principal. With
interest, it’s $700 million now.”
“He said in the detention center that he doesn’t
have any assets under his name.”
“So he told us his mother could pay some of the
interest for him first.”
Ryan’s mother went silent instantly. The color drained from her face, and yellow liquid spread down the front of her pants right there.
“No… I don’t know him! He’s not my son!”
She screamed at the top of her lungs.
The bald man ignored her completely. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her straight into the
van.
“Family debt stays in the family. If the son can’t pay, Mommy pays.”
“Take her. Haul her to an illegal backwoods mine for ten years first, then sell her organs to cover the debt.”
After the vans drove away, I turned and ordered the staff to sanitize the mansion from top to bottom.
Once I had dealt with the people at home, I got into the car and headed for a highly secluded private recovery clinic on the outskirts of the city.
After passing through security, I walked into a
private care suite.
My father, who was supposed to be intubated in the ICU, was wearing his reading glasses and flipping through a financial report.
“Dad, how are you feeling today?”
I walked over, peeled an apple, and handed it to
him.
“Great. The care setup here is even better than
what I have at home.”
My father took the apple and bit into it.
“That kid is in custody?”
I nodded.
“He’s in. The evidence is airtight. The $700 million.
bomb is enough to blow him to pieces.”
Half a year ago, when I discovered Ryan was
moving company funds, my father and I had
already set this trap.
My father had never suffered a sudden brain
hemorrhage. The symptoms had been staged with
a special drug.
On the night he was transferred into the ICU, I used my hidden access to swap in a cadaver in
his place and move him safely here.
We had deliberately shown weakness and
indulged Ryan.
We did it so he would keep piling on leverage until he jumped straight into that $700 million pit
himself.
“Tessa, being merciful to your enemies is being
cruel to yourself.”
“Next, do whatever you need to do. Take back. everything that belongs to the Sullivan family.”
My father reached out and patted the back of my
hand.
I met his eyes and nodded. Then I turned and
walked out of the recovery clinic.
Next, I was going to clean house at Apex Group.
