Chapter 231 Cut Off All Offspring
"Wipe you out completely?" Grace stopped in her tracks and stared at Chase. "If I really wanted to wipe you out, would you still be standing in front of me?"
"Chase, with such a stupid brain, I suggest you go back and ask your mom if she ate walnuts when she was pregnant with you. Did she not eat enough to boost your brain? Coming here to throw a tantrum in front of me without even considering your own worth? If you can't run a company, then don't. If the company can't survive, then let it go. All these years, if your dad hadn't been bailing you out behind the scenes, you couldn't even keep the company running, let alone that dock. Forget about managing it."
"You have the energy to think up these crooked schemes, but no energy to improve your own intelligence? Haven't those shady women of yours told you that your brain doesn't work right and that you should get it checked? Can't afford a neurologist? Want me to recommend one for you?"
"Chase, if you can't handle this line of work, then quit. You're in your thirties—giving up on some things won't kill you. At most, you'll just lose some face."
Grace unleashed a tirade at Chase without any patience. Having this idiot show up in front of her from time to time made life feel less beautiful.
He was literally polluting the air.
"Grace, I call you Grace not because you deserve it—it's all out of respect for my dad. You don't really think you're all that, do you? Without my dad, could you live the life you have now? Without my dad, could you be in your current position? What are you showing off about in front of me? If my mom hadn't given up her place for you back then, who knows what you'd be now—probably just like those other women my dad has on the side, without any status. And don't even mention Thalia. Emerald City's princess? Does she deserve that title? Without my dad's money propping her up, the way she was dating around in school, she probably would've gotten knocked up and scammed by someone already. You..."
Thalia pulled out her pepper spray for perverts from her bag and went to town on Chase's eyes. Instantly, Chase covered his eyes and staggered backward, his body hitting the car. "Thalia, what did you spray on me?"
"Something to end your bloodline."
Clang—Thalia tossed the empty bottle into the trash can.
"You crazy woman, take me to the hospital."
"Why go to the hospital? You've already passed on your genes anyway. If your bloodline ends, so be it!"
"You crazy woman..."
...
At the hospital, Thalia leaned against the emergency room door, sipping instant coffee lazily.
On the other side of the wall, Chase's pig-like squealing kept echoing.
"Doctor, will my eyes go blind?"
"I don't know if your eyes will go blind, but if you keep screaming, my ears are going to go blind." Amara rolled her eyes.
Sure enough, she now deeply believed one thing—every normal person is surrounded by a bunch of idiots.
"If you do go blind, I'll immediately call all your girlfriends and have them come take care of you to prove their devotion," Thalia said, pushing the door open a crack and rubbing salt in Chase's wounds.
"Thalia, if I really go blind, I'll make sure you go to jail."
"Fine, I'll be waiting."
"By the time you finish writing your complaint, I'll have already taken care of you with scissors. Tell me, if I were to take care of you, where should I start? I heard you and your girlfriends play pretty wild games. You should be able to handle my methods, right?"
Amara: ...
Nurse: ...
"You bitch."
Chase's mouth was filthy, still ranting wildly.
Thalia got angry. Teaching Chase a lesson and then bringing him to the hospital wasn't her style at all. If it weren't for the fact that Hayden had liked Chase when he was alive, she would definitely torture Chase to death today.
She'd been patient enough. No need to hold back anymore.
Thalia tossed her cup in the trash, walked over to Amara and pushed her aside, grabbed the scissors from the tray, and placed them on Chase's face, patting him. "Come on, keep cursing. Let me see if your mouth is tougher or my scissors are."
"What do you want to do?" Chase trembled with fear.
"You know I'm crazy but you still don't know your place. Aren't you just asking for trouble? Chase, I was being nice to you, wasn't I? Made you think I'm easy to bully, cursing at me again and again."
As Thalia spoke, she ran the scissors down Chase's neck.
"Thalia, murder is illegal..."
"The more you scream, the more excited I get." In the emergency room, curtains blocked the other beds. The nurse wanted to intervene but was stopped by Amara.
The nurse glanced over to see Amara standing there with her arms crossed, casually watching the show.
She was even recording a video on her phone.
"Thalia, what do you want to do?"
Chase felt the scissors stop at a place they shouldn't be, and his whole body trembled with fear.
"Will you curse again or not?"
"No... I won't, I won't."
"Will you go after my mom again?"
A wise man knows when to yield. Chase wasn't stupid enough to fight with a crazed Thalia at this moment.
Thalia was someone who, from childhood, had been taught by Grace to please Hayden. Not only could she read people's expressions, but her scheming was terrifyingly deep. Thalia and Chase were seven or eight years apart in age. When Chase was young and on school breaks, Hayden would bring him to the Smith Villa for short stays. Chase had a dog, a border collie that was very smart and obedient. He would often, when Hayden and Grace weren't around, get the dog to bully Thalia.
And Thalia, even when the dog bullied her, never showed any disgust or impatience. No matter when or where, she always gave the impression that she really liked the dog. No matter how the dog bullied her, she could endure it. Even the dog was fooled by Thalia. Dogs understand human nature—it would bully Thalia, and Thalia would still give it treats. Over time, the dog let down its guard around Thalia.
Until one day, Chase came home to find the dog missing. Chase insisted that Thalia had hidden the dog, but she was so good at pretending that no one believed him.
When summer vacation ended and he left the Smith Villa, Thalia asked him when no one else was around: "Last week when you went out with your classmates to eat dog meat hot pot, was it good?"
In that instant, Chase felt like the top of his skull had been lifted off.
He hung out the car window, throwing up violently, while Thalia backed away several steps and stood there, watching him with a cold smile.
Thalia put the scissors back on the tray. Chase's eyes were blinded by the pepper spray and couldn't open. When people can't see, their fear is magnified infinitely.
Thalia had Chase completely under her control.