Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Lowe Injured, Joanna Frost’s Ruthlessness
"I didn’t expect Aunt Green to have such a ruthless side."
Upon hearing the news from Charles Jordan, Mason Quinn paused for two seconds and then chuckled.
In his impression, Aunt Green was always gentle like the wind, although sometimes when she got angry, it was indescribable, but she was generally kind to everyone.
"After all, Aunt Green is from the House of Frost. Don’t forget that the people from the House of Frost all serve in the military. She was brought up by Master Frost, the core traits rarely change."
George Xyler was verbose, though there was a hint of sigh in his tone.
A mother’s strength indeed knows no bounds.
"But, since Will Ziegler was already beaten beyond recognition by Charles Jordan’s men, now with Aunt Green’s actions, she might just finish the job eh?"
Though Mason Quinn’s words seemed worried, his face betrayed glee.
At that.
George Xyler shot him a glance, "Keep that expression in check."
In the end.
He turned to look at the man who had remained silent, "Master Julian, what do you think?"
The man slowly looked up, his slender fingers as clean as jade extinguishing the still-burning cigarette stub.
Casually tossing the stub onto the coffee table, his low voice sounded exceptionally indifferent at the moment.
"Leave a breath."
Mason Quinn exchanged a glance with George Xyler, just leave them breathing, after all, they still considered themselves lawful citizens.
At this moment.
Charles Jordan received a call, and his expression changed immediately.
Waiting for the other party to finish speaking, he hesitated before saying, "Master Julian, Jacob Jordan said that Lowe is injured, and now our men are desperately trying to locate the Divine Healer, Emma White."
"Lowe being injured is indeed a rare event, Hyacinth Manor is now like ants on a hot pan, restless and anxious."
Mason Quinn stretched lazily, perhaps finding it too tiring to sit, he directly pushed George Xyler to another sofa and lounged himself, his hands resting behind his head.
That posture was infuriatingly arrogant.
Charles Jordan watched his actions, his face twitching, wondering why Old Man Quinn didn’t discipline this self-indulgent young lord.
Cough.
He coughed and continued, "Hyacinth Manor wants us to help find the person."
"Oh, they sure know how to haggle," George Xyler sneered.
Everyone knew that ever since the R Nation incident catapulted the Divine Healer Emma White to fame, countless people had tried in vain to find him.
Rumors gradually spread that several elders in M.K were hiding his whereabouts, with some speculating that the infamous J was helping him stay hidden.
Now that Hyacinth Manor asked for Master Julian’s help, apart from their incompetence, they were likely using this to trace back to J.
"Tell Sophia Jordan to find the person," Julian Sia instructed nonchalantly.
Charles Jordan was momentarily stunned, thinking Master Julian wouldn’t agree, especially since Lowe’s injury could give them the upper hand against Hyacinth Manor.
Calmly collecting his thoughts, he responded in a low voice, "I’ll go now."
Once Charles Jordan left, Mason Quinn impatiently asked.
"Master Julian, are you really planning to find Emma White to save Lowe? Besides, it’s strange, with so many doctors in the world, why specifically Emma White?"
The man listened and laughed inscrutably, "Even if there’s no injury, one can be created."
Hearing this.
Both suddenly understood, erupting in synchronous laughter.
"It seems the F Continent is about to become lively again."
...
"Joanna Frost, you’re breaking the law."
The usually dim basement was now brightly lit, Joanna Frost leisurely sat on a chair, watching the struggling person on the floor.
Hearing her scream, Joanna Frost shifted her posture, smiling lightly, "Breaking the law? No, we’re just having a friendly bout."
Madeline Ziegler looked at the constantly injured Jonathan Ziegler, a wave of despair suddenly surged in her heart.
From a young age, her parents instilled in her a mindset of valuing males over females, leading to her current self.
Having never been treated this way, Mason Quinn’s words held truth; in her old age, she ended up being disdained and disliked.
"Joanna, I’m begging you, please let Jonathan go."
Like hearing a joke, Joanna Frost stood up and slowly walked to her, crouching down to speak softly.
"Even the proud Madeline Ziegler knows how to beg, but did you ever consider what would happen when you abandoned my child?"
Recalling the gathered evidence, she yearned to kill the two in front of her. Her daughter, who should have grown up cherished, was reduced to a mere blood bank for a small family, she couldn’t endure that hatred.
"I..." The question left Madeline Ziegler speechless, her mouth opened, unsure where to begin.
Joanna Frost stood and brushed off her skirt, her voice cold, "Rest assured, we’ve never committed illegal acts. I did promise, you’ll witness the downfall of the Ziegler family, and here’s a piece of good news, today Ziegler’s stock price fell by ten percent."
With those words.
She didn’t look at the person on the ground again and walked away in high heels.
The basement returned to its silence, with only the sounds of a man’s anguished cries echoing.
"Sister, we should have killed that girl from the start."
Covered in wounds, Jonathan Ziegler still showed no remorse.
"Enough," Madeline Ziegler snapped irritably, "Look at your current state, do you think life is so good?"
"Do you really think killing that girl back then would have prevented the truth from being uncovered?"
It was all just a matter of time.
Jonathan Ziegler looked at the elderly woman incredulously, stunned she dared to scold him, then his expression quickly darkened.
"What, now that the Green Estate has abandoned you, you vent your anger at me, dare to yell at me, who do you think you are?"
In the end.
Jonathan Ziegler laughed it off, "Let me be clear, once out, I won’t take care of you in your old age, as the saying goes, a married daughter is like water thrown away, you ceased being part of the Ziegler family long ago."
Madeline Ziegler never expected such hurtful words from the brother she cherished, her frail body shook, her chest heaving with evident rage.
Finally, she did something she never thought she’d do in her life.
A sharp and vicious slap landed on Jonathan Ziegler’s face, leaving her looking at him in bitter disappointment, "Are you even human?"
Jonathan Ziegler was momentarily dazed by the slap, trying to retaliate but his wounded body wouldn’t allow it.
His curses filled the vast basement.
Every movement was recorded by the surveillance above.
Joanna Frost watched the computer screen without expression, scoffing, thinking their relationship was solid, but it turned out to be a case of dogs eating each other.
Madeline Ziegler had helped the Ziegler family and her brother for so many years, and yet this was her reward, she thought, deserving of her fate.
"Mom, don’t waste time on such nonsense."
Caleb Green came over and glanced lightly at the screen, speaking with implied meaning.
Hearing his voice, Joanna Frost smiled, not a wrinkle on her face despite her forties.
"Alright, I won’t. Are you heading back to Bayne City?"
Hearing this, Caleb Green immediately understood her intentions, a sense of helplessness filling him.
"Mom, keep those thoughts to yourself, I won’t agree to it."
As soon as he finished.
Joanna Frost glared at him, "Then hurry up and leave, you’re in my way."
"Alright, just be careful not to cross the line."