The woman stared at the settlement agreement and bank card in the visitor's hand, growing angrier the more she looked, her eyes nearly spewing lava as the visitor's arm grew sore from holding them up, impatience accumulating between their brows.
"Shameless! Scoundrel! Even if you kill us all, we will never sign this settlement agreement, just give up. I will seek justice for my son, even if it costs me everything, I want to see how your family will make me lose both money and resources." The woman grabbed the fruit plate on the table and threw it at the visitor, but it fell halfway to the ground with a crisp sound.
The visitor instinctively stepped back, glancing at the rolling apples on the ground, their expression turning sour. "Fine, fine, I remember you. I'll report this honestly to my master, and you'll regret it," they said harshly, their face livid as they looked at the woman. Just as they were about to leave, a middle-aged man stopped them.
