"God, it's so dirty. Throw it away. You bumpkin, get out of here."

...

A linen bag was thrown out of the villa. The corns, potatoes and other produce in it were scattered all over the ground.

A middle—aged country woman lowered her head and stood at the door in shame. Her hair was all gray.

"Laurel, don't be angry. I'm going. I'll leave now."

Dressed in a high—cut cheongsam, a beautiful woman in her thirties cursed loudly.

"Shameless bumpkins. That little bastard Shawn married into my family. Now you even come to make a connection. How dare you call me that? Get out. You'll only disgrace us when other people see you here."

The middle—aged woman felt very humiliated as she bit her lips and wiped away tears. Then she got down and picked up the produce all over the ground.

"Mom, what are you doing here?"

Shawn Thomas was the matrilocal son—in—law of the Lane family. He went grocery shopping and was surprised to see his mother here.

Shawn was a young man in his twenties. He wore an apron and carried some food, just like a househusband. This morning, his sister—in—law Chloe Lane slapped him in the face. There was still a print of her hand on Shawn's face.

"Shawn, who did this to you?"

His mother, Ann Thomas, hugged him and cried.

"Mom, it's fine. I'm fine."

Shawn tried to comfort Ann, but he couldn't help but also cry in grievance.

"Hey, that's enough. You'd better cry in your small village. Don't cry for attention in front of my house. Hurry up and get out."

Laurel Marley, Shawn's mother—in—law, looked at them with disgust and disdain.

"Let's go, Shawn. You don't have to put up with them anymore. Let's go back to the country. It's better even if we're going to be farmers forever."

Ann held Shawn's hand and tried to pull him away, but Shawn stood still.

...

Chloe sneered and said in a strange tone.

"Ms. Whatever, you know nothing. Three years ago, your son didn't just marry into our family, but sold himself too. How do you think he got the money for your husband's grave? 80,000. You should know how much money you had at that time, shouldn't you?"

"My sister has the contract. So, he can't leave. You should go back early on your own. As for your trash son, he needs to stay here to cook and wash."

"Huh, a grown man can't even afford to dig a grave for his father. He's so pathetic when he sold himself to bury his father."

...

The Lanes sneered and looked at Shawn with contempt.

"What?"

Ann was struck by the news and fainted.

"Mom, Mom!"

Shawn shouted anxiously.

"Ambulance! Please call an ambulance."

"No, it's none of our business. Just get away from us. Don't die here, okay? What a bad day!"

Laurel closed the door without mercy.

...

An hour passed. Shawn was kneeling beside the bed in the intensive care unit at the hospital, crying bitterly.

"You need to stop crying! Hurry up and prepare the money for her medical bills."

"Your mother broke down from constant overwork. She has reached the middle stage of liver cancer. If you can get 300,000 for surgery, perhaps she will have a chance to live on."

In the ward, a young nurse with a braid was comforting Shawn.

The other nurse shook her head and said mockingly with disdain in her eyes.

"Amy, forget it. He didn't even pay for the medicines and ambulance today. It's only about 8,000. So, he can't get 300,000. Look at him. All his clothes won't add up to 100. If he could get 300,000 o soon, pigs might fly. Why would a beauty like Yolanda fall for such a loser?"

Yolanda Lane, a young lady from a large wealthy family in City Q, had an impressive appearance. She graduated from a famous university with a master's degree and was currently the general manager of Lunside Real Estate Company.

Shawn was a poor man. He only completed high school and was from humble roots. Three years ago, his father passed away in an accident. He sold himself and became the matrilocal son—in—law of the Lane family, causing a sensation in County Q.

All sorts of rumors and insults started pouring in. And the Lanes treated him like a dog. Every day, Shawn had to cook, clean the floor, and wash the car and clothes. Even the servants could scold and kick him when they were distressed.

Laurel and Chloe thought of many ways to humiliate him every day.

If it weren't for his seriously ill mother and his sister at school, Shawn would have killed himself.

"300,000!"

Shawn's face turned pale. He looked extremely helpless and painful when he heard that he needed that much money.

After all, he was very poor. When his father passed away three years ago, he couldn't even afford a grave. That was why he became the matrilocal son—in—law of the Lane family.

Although the Lanes were very rich, they didn't even give Shawn a dollar. They even wanted him to serve the whole family. At the beginning of this year, Shawn's younger sister was going to college. He had to sell his blood and borrow money online to collect the tuition fees. He simply tried every way.

300,000. This bill was absolutely astronomical to Shawn.

"Look at you. What a loser. Anyway, your mother is in the terminal stage of liver cancer. Even if you can get the money, it is very difficult to save her. Don't waste your money. Just give up." The short—haired nurse mocked Shawn.

"No."

Shawn stood up from the ground and cried out with scarlet eyes.

"I will get the money. I must save my mother."

Dignity meant nothing to him. He only wanted to save his mother.

After that, Shawn ran out of the ward.

"Did he say that he'll get the money? No, he's going to beg the Lanes. He'd better fawn on them well."

The short—haired nurse looked at Shawn's back and sneered.

Meanwhile, the nurse called Amy couldn't help but shake her head and pity Shawn.

Just as the short—haired nurse thought, Shawn did return to the Lane's.

Among all the people Shawn knew, only the Lanes could afford such a large sum of money.

"What? You want 300,000?"

"No, I don't have that kind of money."

Laurel sat on the sofa and was still in that high—cut cheongsam. She was soaking her feet in a basin when Shawn asked her for money. And she refused right away.

Laurel was the second wife of Andres Lane. She was around 35 years old, only a few years older than Yolanda. And Laurel looked a well—preserved 28 woman. Moreover, she was a model and had a good figure. Her straight and slender legs soaked in the basin were very eye—catching.

"I'm begging you. My mother really needs the money for her illness. Please lend me 300,000. I swear I will return it to you."

Laurel smiled disdainfully and pointed at Shawn's nose.

"Shawn, who do you think you are? 300,000? You can't even make that much money. Don't even think about it."

"Please! I can kneel."

Shawn's face was as red as a monkey's butt when he knelt in front of Laurel.

But Laurel just sneered.

Looking at Shawn kneeling in front of her, she felt somewhat delighted.

"Alright, you want money? Drink this basin of bath water."

"What?"

"Mom, you...."

Shawn was greatly mortified. He just wished that he could pour the water on Laurel, but....

He could do nothing else but tolerate.

"You mean that if I drink the water, you will lend me money?"

Shawn was tempted. He could do anything to save his mother.

"Just drink it."

Laurel took her fair feet out of the basin.

Shawn was about to get up and walk to her when Laurel ordered maliciously.

"Climb over."

Climb?

Large tears ran down his cheeks. Shawn gritted his teeth and crawled to Laurel like a dog.

"Drink it."

Laurel put her left foot on Shawn's shoulder.

Shawn raised his head and saw her sexy underwear.