Chapter 8 The Broken Relationship!

"What? That's too far. I'm not taking this lying down. I'll go and avenge!" Celia jumped up as if nothing could stop her. She took the machete she used for chopping bamboo and rushed to the door.

"Celia, what are you doing?" Wendy rushed to stop her, fearing she was going to do something rash.

"Mom, she bullied you. If we continue being so tolerant of this nonsense, we may not have a house tomorrow. Don't worry. I am rational enough to know what I am doing, but I'm going to get back what belongs to us! Wait here. I'll be back soon!"

Celia didn't care what was about to happen. All she wanted to do was teach her aunt, Lucy, a lesson.

It was around lunch time and the chimney of Lucy's house was smoking.

While Celia was marching over to her house, she had apparently already started cooking the noodles.

Lucy looked over, seeing Celia charging at her house with a machete in her hand and became frantic. She realized that she had taken advantage of Celia and her mother for years though, so what was the worst that could happen? She composed herself and ignored Celia.

"I heard that you just robbed my mother and hit her. Is that true?" Celia asked coldly, glaring at Lucy.

"My Wade is growing up. He just wanted some noodles. He is my son and your relative. Why don't you be kinder to him?" Lucy said boldly. She had fooled even herself into believing that she was doing a reasonable thing.

Celia sneered, "I'm not the one that has to take care of him. If you want noodles, buy them yourself. How could you just rob us? I have never met such a shameless person like you in my life."

While saying that, Celia took a look at a rock beside her, picked it up and walked to the hearth.

"What do you want?" Lucy seemed to realize the impending danger and turned pale. She wanted to stop Celia but how could she neutralize this wild woman? Celia hurled the stone violently.

She aimed it directly at the hot pot.

It flew through the air rapidly and clanged against the iron pot. It knocked over with boiling water, splashing everywhere.

Lucy stood near the pot and the scalding water flew onto her skin, making her scream in agony.

"Celia, what the hell are you trying to do? How dare you smash my cooking pot? You're about to learn a lesson!" Regardless of the pain, Lucy grabbed the broom beside the hearth and rushed to Celia angrily.

There had been man times before that Lucy often hit Celia stealthily and now more than ever, Lucy wanted to beat the life out of her.

Lucy swung the broom at Celia forcefully. Without any hesitation, Celia raised the machete, chopping the broom into pieces.

Lucy couldn't believe her eyes as they filled with pure terror.

There had been years of torment but through all of it, Celia and Wendy never retaliated. What happened to them today? First, Wendy resisted; then Celia smashed her pot and now she looked like she was ready to fight to the death.

In all honesty, Lucy was quaking in fear. One wrong move and Celia could end her life.

"What... what do you want?" Looking at the broken broom, Lucy stammered. Her face was as pale as a ghost.

Noticing her stunned expression, Celia charged at her, slapping her across her face. Celia was still filled with a blind rage so she kicked her and knocked her to the floor, trying to satisfy her anger.

"You stole our things and you hit my mother. What do you think of us? If you try any of these stunts again, I'm coming after you and it won't end well for you."

Celia stared at Lucy with ferocity shrouding her body. She was ready to fly off the handle for even the smallest thing. "How dare you hit me?" Lucy covered her burning face with her hands and looked at Celia in shock. She trembled with anger.

"You forced my hand. Push me too hard again and I will do worse things to you. I will do more than a slap and a little scalding. If you don't believe me, you're welcome to try again," Celia barked at Lucy, forcefully.

"Why are you shouting? Why are you carrying a machete?" Lucy and Celia had to put their temper aside now. Holding her walking stick, Celia's grandmother ambled in, looking at Celia in disgust.

"Mom, you're finally here. Please help me! Celia smashed my pot with a stone and slapped me. Look at the broken broom! She wants to kill me!" seeing the old lady coming in, Lucy screamed and put all the blame on her, pretending to be the victim.

It was actually incredible that Lucy wasn't an actress. She put on such a scene that anyone who saw it would swear she was on the big screen.

"What the hell is going on? Celia, what are you doing?" her grandmother asked.

"My mother was bitten by a dog. I was just teaching it a lesson!" Celia didn't show any of these people respect. She knew they always had each other's backs so there was no point trying to reason with her grandmother.

"How... how dare you call me a dog? Mom, how could she behave like this in front of you? She needs to take responsibility for what she did." Lucy immediately slumped to the ground like a spoiled child.

Seeing her daughter-in-law so angry, the grandmother smashed her walking stick on the ground and shouted, "Celia, how dare you! You're so wicked! She is your aunt and you dared hit her? Show her respect. Do you have any manners? She is your elder and you need to realize that. It's your turn to learn a lesson."

"What are you going to do? Beat me?" She looked at her grandmother with a sneer. Celia was new to the family and her grandmother would never take her side. She hated her grandmother and she wasn't going to hide that.

She already knew that if her grandmother tried to touch her, she was going to beat her senseless. Celia was fearless enough to start all this trouble, so there was no point backing down now.

"You wouldn't dare lay a finger on me!" The grandmother feared nothing. She held a much higher status, so she believed that Celia wouldn't hurt her. She lifted her walking stick up and struck her granddaughter.

"Mom, what are you doing? Stop it!" Lewis suddenly walked in with a hoe over his shoulder. He was mortified at the sight before him.