CHAPTER 98: CHAPTER 98: THE CHILD FROM MESSING AROUND WITH A RANDOM MAN

Sean Lynch is the only son of this generation in the Lynch Family.

Poppy Hale is not only a girl, but also an outsider to the family name.

The old lady must be out of her mind to give all her valuables to Poppy Hale.

Mrs. Hale sipped her hot water slowly.

Then she said slowly, "The house hasn’t been sold; the title deed is still in the bank’s safe deposit box. If you want to see it, I can have the bank manager show it to you."

Eugene Lynch sat down heavily on a stool.

His expression was unfriendly.

"What’s the use of looking at a title deed?"

Previously, he had thought about taking the title deed directly and selling the house.

He didn’t expect that the title was in Poppy Hale’s name!

No one knew when the old lady secretly transferred the property.

The old lady had been partial to the younger brother’s family all her life.

Why did his son not get anything good, while everything was given to this girl Poppy Hale?

Just thinking about it kept Eugene Lynch awake at night.

"Sean’s wife is pregnant; after the baby is born, shouldn’t they prepare something for the child? How about selling that house and dividing the remaining money among the juniors? It’s possible, right?"

Mrs. Hale sighed as she followed.

The existence of that house was always a disaster.

As long as it was there, Eugene Lynch and his wife would think about it day and night.

"Selling it is possible. But it should be divided equally."

The house was left to Poppy Hale by the old lady.

In those later years, it was Connor Lynch who always took care of the old lady.

Diane Dixon was unwilling.

"Why? Poppy Hale is just an outsider; why should she take our Lynch Family’s property? It’s good enough to give her child a share! That child is even a bastard without a father! Who knows if Poppy Hale messed around outside to get it!"

Sean Lynch quickly pulled Diane Dixon.

"Mom! Shut up!"

Poppy Hale smirked coldly.

"I may be an outsider, but that house is now in the name of Hale. Why should you Lynch Family members take what belongs to the Hale Family?"

Holding a fruit knife she had just used.

The gleam on the blade reflected on her face.

In that instant, Poppy Hale’s face was expressionless, and her eyes were full of coldness.

"Want the house? I’m not selling it. Go home and keep dreaming."

Mrs. Hale’s bottom line was equal division.

Poppy Hale reneged.

She held the fruit knife, coldly watching Eugene Lynch.

"Leaving or not? If not, you’ll end up spending the night in the emergency room today."

Eugene Lynch was intimidated by her gaze.

Years ago, when the old lady’s will was first revealed, Eugene Lynch was unwilling.

At that time, Poppy Hale had already stabbed him once.

It didn’t hit any vital spots, just cut his arm.

But it was enough to deter the Lynch relatives from provoking Poppy Hale.

Seeing her holding the knife, Eugene Lynch stepped back a few steps.

Sean Lynch had a severe headache.

Had he known they were coming to say these things, he wouldn’t have let them in.

Pushing Eugene Lynch and Diane Dixon out of the hospital room, Sean Lynch apologized, "Aunt, Poppy, I’m sorry, my parents... they’ve always been like this."

Mrs. Hale nodded slightly at him.

She did not intend to blame him.

Sean Lynch looked at Poppy Hale and discussed with her.

"How about you sell that house? I don’t want the money. What Grandma gave you is yours. Am I, a grown man, going to be coveting my sister’s money?"

"Then you can say you donated the money or used it to live somewhere else. If my parents can’t find you, they won’t go crazy."

Sean Lynch always saw these things clearly.

Back then, he heard his grandmother talking with Mrs. Hale.

The grandmother said, "Truth, I’m sorry. The house is compensation for you and Poppy. I know if it wasn’t for me, your child wouldn’t have..."

Aunt interrupted her, "Don’t say it anymore. My child is gone, and I won’t forgive you."

"If it hadn’t been for you insisting I wash your clothes and massage your feet, my child wouldn’t have miscarried. You’re the murderer!"

The words were intense.

No matter what the grandmother said, the aunt didn’t want to listen.

She soon left the grandmother’s room.

Sean Lynch looked at his grandmother, sitting alone on the balcony that day, sitting for a long time.

That house, Sean Lynch knew, seemed to only have Poppy Hale’s name on it.

In fact, it belonged to three people.

Poppy Hale, Truth Hale, and the child in Truth Hale’s belly, who couldn’t be born due to family conflicts.

Sean Lynch would never fight for this money.

Mrs. Hale nodded lightly.

"It’s not impossible, it’s hard for you too, listening to your parents talk about these things every day."

Sean Lynch gave a simple smile, "It’s okay, I’m used to it."

Poppy Hale walked Sean Lynch a few steps.

"Sean, what’s going on with Anya last time?"

"My parents missed Anya, so they went to fetch her without telling me, startling Chloe. She thought I wanted to take the child from her. My parents want Anya to change her surname and come back to our side, but with Stella over there..."

No need to say, Poppy Hale already knew.

Stella Hollis definitely wouldn’t agree.

Not even talking about Stella, Chloe Archer herself wouldn’t agree.

All of Sean Lynch’s shortcomings came to relationships and frankly, he was nothing short of scumbag in these aspects.

Poppy Hale didn’t say much, planning to mention it next time she sees Chloe Archer.

Outside the hospital room, a painful outcry was heard.

Eugene Lynch yelled loudly, "Are you sick! Why does it matter to you if I cursed Poppy Hale?"

A fist brushed against the flesh.

Half of Eugene Lynch’s face immediately swelled up.

Poppy Hale and Sean Lynch quickly opened the hospital room door and went out.

A tall man held Eugene Lynch by the collar like a chick, punching him in the waist and belly, making him howl.

Diane Dixon was almost scared to death!

She kept shouting that someone was being beaten to death!

Poppy Hale rushed up, grabbed Declan Hawthorne’s wrist, "Let him go, Declan! Don’t act recklessly!"

Declan Hawthorne didn’t let go.

His eyes were fixed on Eugene Lynch.

"Say again what you just said if you’re so bold."

After taking a few solid punches, Eugene Lynch was full of anger.

Only once Sean Lynch rescued him from Declan Hawthorne’s grasp did he dare to mutter softly.

"Didn’t I tell the truth? Poppy Hale is a slut. Who knows which wild man she messed around with to have that child, nobody wants her."

"Why name her Poppy anyway, destined to wander through life without a home? Holding onto that house is useless, it’ll be returned sooner or later!"

Declan Hawthorne’s fists tightened until his joints cracked.

He raised them to punch Eugene Lynch again.

But Poppy Hale hugged him, feeling both exhausted and embarrassed.

"Declan, don’t act impulsively."

Declan Hawthorne looked at her, his eyes bloodshot.

"After he said that about you, you’re telling me not to act impulsively?"

Eugene Lynch thought Poppy Hale wouldn’t dare to hit him anymore, thinking he struck a nerve and she felt guilty.

He even got more excited.

"Am I wrong? What woman has a child out of wedlock? Who believes it wasn’t from messing around!"

Sean Lynch was driven crazy by his dad’s reckless behavior.

He wished he could cover his dad’s mouth and drag him away.

Eugene Lynch kept clamoring to report the crime and have Declan Hawthorne arrested.

Declan Hawthorne’s face had turned ashen.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and his gaze at Eugene Lynch was almost like a substantial fire of anger.

Poppy Hale worried he might do something irrational, grabbed Declan’s hand and signaled Sean Lynch with her eyes.

"You guys go first, Eugene Lynch. You go home and wait, we’re not done with this yet."

Eugene Lynch wanted to say something more.

Not done, how not done?

But was dragged away by Sean Lynch like a dead pig, not daring to look back.