The IVF Secret That Shook a Dynasty novel Chapter 642

Bertha's teeth were practically grinding into dust from pure hatred, but she forced a fawning smile as she begged.

Hillary ignored her entirely. Instead, she looked at her nephew, who was still standing, and asked lightly, "Victor, why aren't you on your knees for your uncle?"

Victor Chase, Sullivan's son, was the same man who had tried to take a swing at Joseph earlier.

His face was full of disdain. Dripping with arrogance, he actually turned his head away.

Bertha looked back, grabbed her son's arm, and yanked him hard. "Get on your knees right now! Look at the situation we're in! Will your pride put food on the table? I told you to go out and get a job, and you refused!"

After a lot of pulling and shoving, Bertha finally forced her son to his knees.

Hillary looked at them, her expression as serene as a calm lake.

"I didn't ask you to kneel for me, nor do I care for your submission. You're kneeling for Hayes. His entire life was destroyed by you people. He was bedridden for over a decade, and now he's finally free. Yet, right up until the moment he passed, he never received a single apology or ounce of remorse from you. Making you kneel and admit your sins is getting off easy."

Bertha lowered her eyes, scrambling for an excuse. "Well... you didn't notify us that Hayes was critically ill. Otherwise, we definitely would have come to visit."

Hillary laughed coldly, piercing right through the lie. "You would have come to laugh at us."

"..." The group fell into a collective, suffocating silence.

Knowing her sister was too heartbroken to waste more breath on them, Cheryl spoke on her behalf. "Since you're here to apologize and make amends, then bow your heads to the floor three times for Hayes."

"Bow... bow our heads to the floor?" Several of the people kneeling looked up, finding the demand hard to swallow.

*Hayes, can you see this? The culprits who framed you and destroyed our family are begging for your forgiveness.*

The only tragedy was that Sullivan and Sean Chase were currently locked up in a detention center, unable to grovel in person!

Once the large group finished their humiliating display, they stood up one by one.

Bertha piled on a sickeningly sweet smile and took a step forward, her tone dripping with flattery. "Hillary, we've done everything you asked. That should be enough sincerity, right? So, what do you think? Will you give us positions in the company, or will you lend us some money?"

Hillary lifted her gaze to look at her and let out a cold scoff. "The company? The company doesn't belong to me anymore. Did you not know that? As for money, Hayes and I gave every penny we had to our daughter a long time ago. I rely entirely on her to support me now. Where would I get money to lend you?"

"You—!" Bertha's face instantly stiffened. Her eyes flared with outrage as she pointed a stubby finger. "Hillary, did you just play us?"