"Most of the guests have arrived. Let's go. Wheel me out there," Hillary instructed her daughter softly.
Vivica frowned, hesitating. "Mom, is this really necessary...?"
"After all these years of bad blood, it's time for some closure. Since they showed up, they should get on their knees and beg your father for forgiveness," Hillary said, her voice calm but unyielding.
Vivica finally understood her mother's intention.
"Okay," Vivica agreed. As she reached for the wheelchair, Cheryl stepped in. "I'll push her. Just take care of yourself."
By the time the three women went outside, the security guards had already dragged the disruptors a few yards away.
Seeing his mother-in-law, Joseph looked slightly surprised. He turned to his wife. "Why did you come out?"
Vivica met his gaze and explained in a low voice, "My mom said they need to repent. They should get on their knees for my dad."
"They're just here to play the victim and beg for money," Joseph noted.
Vivica let out a cold laugh. "Just because they want it doesn't mean we have to give it."
Joseph nodded, understanding her point perfectly.
He raised a hand. Catching the signal, Roderic immediately ordered the guards to step back.
Bertha froze. Turning around and spotting Hillary, she immediately jogged back, her heavy frame bouncing with every step.
"Hillary, you finally came out to see us! I knew you wouldn't be so heartless. We are genuine family, after all," Bertha said, proving her shameless ability to adapt as she plastered on a ridiculously polite attitude.
Sitting in her wheelchair, Hillary's face still bore the heavy traces of grief, her eyes red and moist.
She looked at Bertha and said, "You're standing, and I'm sitting. Having to crane my neck to look up at you is far too exhausting."

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