
When a Life Is Worth Only 100 Bucks
Chapter 5
My blood was boiling. Every cell in my body was ignited with the burning desire to rip Alicia and Randall into pieces.
The agonizing pain of my broken ribs nearly suffocated me. The overwhelming hatred burned so fiercely that my organs felt like they were on fire.
At that very moment, Alicia strolled over to me.
"Why are you being so stubborn, Gregory?"
Blood rose in my throat as I glared at her. "The nerve of you to come here, Alicia…"
With a sigh, she crouched down and reached out as if to wipe the blood from my face, but I jerked my head away.
"I had no choice," Alicia declared. "If Randall doesn't pay off his debts, they will really beat him to death."
Randall came over and poked his head out from behind her. His eyes were red, and he sounded as if he were on the verge of tears as he cried out, "It's my fault, Gregory, but they'll kill me! I know you hate me, but please save me this once. I'll pay you back in the future. I'll buy the old house back!"
Alicia said impatiently, "I tried looking for your mom. I can't believe they all told me she's dead, just so she could hide from me!"
Randall immediately added in a tearful tone, "I know you don't want to lend me the money, Gregory, but don't you think the excuse you came up with is a little too ridiculous…"
Ignoring them, I stared at the urn on the table. Alicia followed my gaze and frowned. She walked toward the table and reached out to touch the urn.
"Don't you dare touch it!" I roared hoarsely.
Alicia jumped in fright, her hand freezing in midair. "Why are you going berserk? It's just some dumb lidded vase—"
"I told you not to touch it!" I struggled desperately, the rough rope cutting bloody welts into my wrists. "Mom's ashes are in there! That's my mom's urn!"
Alicia's hand stiffened, her face suddenly turning ghostly pale. "What did you say?"
Randall let out a dry laugh. "You shouldn't be cracking such jokes, Gregory."
"You think it's a joke?"
I let out a bitter laugh that twisted my face into a dark grimace. My tears mixed with the blood on my face as they rolled down my cheeks.
"My mom is dead! The kidnappers killed her three days ago, while you two were celebrating the fact that you didn't have to spend 100 dollars on a cab!"
Alicia staggered backward, her lips trembling as she cried out, "No way! She was rescued, wasn't she…"
Randall snatched up the urn. "Gregory, if you don't want to lend me the money, just say so! Who are you trying to fool with this stunt? You expect us to believe that you'd be this calm if something did happen to your mom?"
I continued to struggle wildly against my restraints, the rope tearing into my flesh. "You bastard! That's my mom! Get your hands off her!"
Alicia's gaze sharpened. She grabbed Randall's arm, saying, "Randall's right! Haven't you had enough of this silly little stunt, Gregory? I can't believe you'd curse your own mother just because you don't want to help me? You disgust me!"
"You say I'm disgusting? Do you even have a heart, Alicia? My dad died in that fire because he went back in to save you! And even until her dying breath, my mom was still thinking about you—"
"Shut up!" Alicia shrieked in fury and threw the urn against the wall.
Time seemed to freeze.
The white urn shattered against the wall, crumbling into fragments. The ashes scattered through the air, drifting down like snow.
It felt as if my blood had stopped flowing.
Randall clapped his hands and chortled. "Go on. Keep the show going!"
Alicia deliberately stomped on the ashes with her heels, sneering as she declared, "I can't believe you resorted to such deplorable tricks just to avoid lending the money, Gregory? You think that stuffing some random ashes into a stupid vase is enough to—"
At that moment, Alicia's phone started ringing. Once she took the call, a panicked voice cried out, "Alicia! We just received the official notice from the Fangorian court. Your mother-in-law was killed by the kidnappers three days ago. They even uploaded a video of her murder to the dark web!"
"What did you say?" Alicia exclaimed.