"Hah!" Ivy chuckled and mocked Harry's naivety, "When you were making a scene in the hospital, didn't the police bring in a doctor for your examination?" Upon hearing this, Harry spat angrily on the ground, "They did, but I won't admit it!" "But forging an injury assessment can land you in jail, and with both charges, you won't be out for less than a year," Ivy calmly stated, her eyes catching the gradual dimming of Harry's expression. She had a deep aversion to his behavior, which was only about bullying. Then, she slapped away Mrs. Jones's dirty hand that was reaching for her mother and sneered, "From now on, don't even think about getting any living expenses!" Mrs. Jones's face twisted in anger upon hearing this. She forcefully pulled Amara, who was sitting nearby, to her side and scolded Ivy, "If it weren't for the generosity of Amara, who let her son be adopted into our family, both you and your mother would already be sinners in our family! Stop the nonsense and quickly hand over ten thousand dollars as atonement!" To her surprise, Ivy added, "Not only will you not get any living expenses from now on, but the money I used to give you before, I'll make sure you pay it all back!" Her mother originally came from a well-off family, not extremely wealthy but well-loved. This upbringing had shaped her into a kind and simple person. As a result, she had been easily charmed by Harry, a smooth-talking man who convinced her to marry him despite her grandmother's objections after they graduated from college. When Emma was twenty-eight, Ivy’s grandmother passed away, leaving her a considerable inheritance. It was at this point that Harry began to reveal his true colors. He not only demanded monthly living expenses from her but also used various tactics to extort money from her for gambling, ultimately squandering her mother's inheritance. Since Ivy understood this situation since middle school, she had been unable to stop her mother's love-stricken actions. However, she insisted that her mother provide her with receipts after transferring the money. Over the years, she had meticulously kept track of every payment, and she was determined to hold this family accountable. "How dare you speak to your grandparents like that? Your mother pays ten thousand dollar each month as atonement for her inability to bear a son for the Jones family!" Harry forcefully argued. Ivy retorted coldly, "Aren't you their dutiful son, the perfect son? How about you also pay ten thousand dollar every month?" Before Harry could respond, Mrs. Jones began to pity him, saying, "My Harry works so hard outside to support the family. It's already tough for him. One provides money, and the other provides labor. It's fair. What are you trying to achieve by causing trouble here?" Ivy didn't want to waste any more time with them and planned to consult a lawyer for a divorce tomorrow. "Mom, Shawn, let's go." With those words, she picked up her luggage and headed for the exit. The ownership of the house belonged to her mother, so they couldn't mess around with it. She would come back in a couple of days to change the locks! "You better find a solution for me!" Seeing that she didn't take him seriously at all, Harry was once again infuriated and rolled up his sleeves, about to rush forward to hit her. Assistant Luke raised his right hand and grabbed Harry's collar, lifting it slightly. Harry leaned backward and took a few steps before falling heavily to the ground. "Harry, are you okay?" Mrs. Jones rushed to her beloved son's side, concerned. "Why did you hit him?" Mrs. Jones glared at Assistant Luke, her anger evident. "We can sue you!" Luke smirked, "Mr. Harry Jones just lost his balance, and I tried to help him up. I didn't expect him to be so unstable that I couldn't support him." Well, before becoming a special assistant, Luke was Mr. Tate's bodyguard. He had the highest combat skills and sharpness among all of Mr. Tate's bodyguards. That's why Mr. Tate always had him as his personal bodyguard whenever he went out. Bullying Mrs. Tate was not just an insult to Mr. Tate but also to him, Assistant! "Let's go." He raised his fist as a warning to the family of three. "Old man, they want to avoid paying that ten thousand dollars. What should we do?" Mrs. Jones was most concerned about the monthly income of ten thousand dollars. Without this money, their living standards would plummet. "That's right," Amara, the niece, also worried and furrowed her brows. "Our son will have to rely on this ten thousand dollars for his livelihood." She gently held Harry's arm, saying, "Harry, you can't just stand by. Our son is your child and the only male in your Jones family." Amara used to work as a hair salon shampoo girl. One day, when Harry came for a hair wash, they got entangled. When Amara became pregnant, Harry brought her to his parents' home, and without telling Emma, they claimed that Amara was a cousin. They promised to adopt her child and increased Emma monthly allowance from 5,000 to 10,000 dollars, using the excuse that Emma needed to atone for not having a son.For many years, Jones' family had deceived Emma, using her as a source of money while showering her with sweet talk and consuming her savings. "Ever since that disaster girl grew up, Emma has become more and more unruly," Harry spat, "One day I will definitely sell this disaster girl to the gangsters and make her wish she were dead!" ***