CHAPTER 838: CHAPTER 837

Before anyone could even catch their breath, the sordid deeds of Meredith were suddenly laid bare for all to see.

It turned out that he had fallen in with a bad crowd, participated in muggings, assaulted people to the point of grievous injury, raped young women, and had even been involved in a hit-and-run that claimed

the life of an elderly person.

All these incidents were things Maureen had kept from her husband, dealing with them in secret to keep her son out of trouble.

As shock rippled through the crowd, they also learned about Katherine’s plagiarism of LY’s work, with a demand for a public apology by midnight or they’d face a lawsuit. Moreover, her bullying of another

girl at school had led to that girl’s tragic suicide attempt, and this too was now coming to light.

"It’s true what they say, a rotten apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Kids are just like their parents."

"This has nothing to do with Rudolf. It’s all on that wicked woman. She’s spoiled her kids with her own malice."

"I can’t believe Meredith has gotten away with such heinous acts over the years. Does someone like that even deserve to carry the Brooks family name?"

"I always knew Meredith was rude, always looking down his nose at people. But I had no idea he was not just arrogant, but also so heartless."

Meredith, standing to the side and hearing the condemnation from relatives and neighbors, was itching to rush up and shut off the video. But Dennis stood atop the highest step, watching him coldly, as if

certain Meredith wouldn’t dare approach.

Meredith had previously learned the hard way not to mess with Dennis. Yet, in a fit of reckless courage,he bounded up the steps, intent on pushing Dennis aside to turn off the video.

In the next second, Dennis sent him tumbling down the steps with a swift kick. The pampered rich kid had never known such hardship and rolled his eyes back, passing out on the spot. It seemed Rudolf

couldn’t withstand the heavy blow of the revelations and collapsed backward.

Carol, seeing her father falter, leaped off the stage and reached out to steady him.

"Carol, let me help," offered Alger, extending a hand. He knew that Carol, being a young woman, might not have the strength to support her father.

"Alger, Dennis and I have something to handle. Could you please take care of my dad?"

Alger nodded, signaling her to leave it to him.

Maureen was already a mess, bloodied and battered, and Katherine had not escaped the fray unscathed, her face bruised and swollen.

Carol dragged them to her mom’s grave, forcing them to their knees with a kick. Dennis stood with a foot pressed on Meredith’s stomach, and with a groan of pain, Meredith woke from his unconscious

state.

"Hiring a hitman?" Carol struck Maureen, not holding back in the slightest, "I’m getting justice for my mom today. She died without knowing that a complete stranger could do something so cruel to her."

"Enough, look what you’ve done to my mom. Carol, have you lost your mind? If you keep it up, she’s going to die!"

"My mom’s already dead. What right does your mom have to live?" Carol asked, her eyes blazing with fury.

Caught off guard by Carol’s ferocious onslaught, Katherine was stunned. Carol was supposed to be weak and sickly, yet she fought with the ferocity of a boxing coach.

"It’s almost your turn," Carol’s words sent a shiver down Katherine’s spine. What should she do? They were in the middle of nowhere; how could she cry for help?

She should have screamed for help when Carol shoved them into the trunk of the car and took them to this place. She should have called out, had her relatives call the cops.

Dennis was relentlessly beating Meredith, having harbored a grudge against him for ages. Meredith, terrified, wailed, "Mom, help me please, mom."

Maureen was too preoccupied with her own pain, cradling her head and shouting, "Don’t hit my boy."

"Mama, help me." Meredith cowered behind his mother, trembling as he pleaded with Dennis and Carol, "The thing that happened back then was my mom’s doing, not mine. Sure, I ran someone over

with my car, even stole some cash, but I never hurt you. There’s a rightful owner of every debt; just let me go. Whatever scores you need to settle, take it up with my mom."

Katherine nearly passed out from anger upon hearing this, "Meredith, are you even human? Mom’s getting beaten to a pulp; she could die!"

"Why drag someone else down with her if she’s about to die?" Meredith shouted back, "I’m the heir to the family fortune; I can’t get into trouble."

"Please, just spare him." Maureen, already badly beaten, instinctively protected her son as she begged Carol, "He’s innocent."

"Did you hear that? My own mom says it’s not my fault. Can I go now? I swear I won’t call the cops. I’ll pretend I know nothing about what happened here."

It was then Maureen’s heart sank piece by piece, forcing out a bitter smile. To think the son she had cherished for so many years didn’t care if she lived or died. Katherine was equally disappointed in her

brother.

Carol sneered, "Mom, you see? The woman who hurt you raised a useless son and a daughter who’s more trouble than she’s worth."

She grabbed Maureen by the few strands of hair she had left and dragged her to a gravestone, "You want me to spare your son? Bow a hundred times to my mom’s grave. And you two, not one bow less."

Katherine and Meredith knelt down, their foreheads hitting the cold stone of the gravestone repeatedly.

"I’m sorry." Maureen sobbed, seemingly full of regret, "I was blinded back then and I hurt you. I’m sorry."

Carol’s nose tingled slightly, but being strong-willed, not a single tear escaped her eyes. It wasn’t until they had finished bowing that Carol slowly approached Maureen, "I want you to truly understand the pain my mom felt when she lost her legs."

The three looked at Carol with disbelief and shock. Their apologies had been made, their bows completed, and now Carol wanted to break their legs? Was there no justice left in the world?

"What you’re doing is against the law," Meredith’s plea was cut short as Dennis picked up a hefty rock and smashed it down onto his kneecap.

The sound of bone shattering was chilling. Meredith screamed, the sound echoing through the valley.

"Don’t hurt my boy." Before Maureen could finish, Carol delivered a vicious kick to her knee.

"Mom," Katherine couldn’t believe it. The once quiet and seemingly meek siblings were ruthless - far from the pushovers she had thought they were; they were downright lunatics.

After crippling them, Carol and her brother left them with the driver’s family, who, upon seeing Maureen, couldn’t hold back their fury and lashed out with punches and kicks. The chaos subsided only when the

sound of police sirens filled the air and the perpetrators were taken away.

"Mom, may you find peace in the afterlife," Carol looked at the smiling photo on the gravestone, bowed deeply, and whispered her silent farewell.