Chapter-129: clear between gratitude and resentment
Some members of the Lark family who stepped forward to stop it were also beaten and fled in all directions. Lord Jeff was furious and said, "Put the shackles on these people and do not take them off until we reach the border."
"Yes..." The Lark family members were howling like wolves and ghosts. If they had not taken off their shackles from the beginning and had not experienced the taste of freedom, they would not have collapsed like this.
Wendy Lark watched coldly, her eyes were terrifyingly indifferent. Jessica Lark's eyes were wet and she was heartbroken. Why did they, as a family, come to this?
"Stop beating her. Someone might die. Third sister, grandma was wrong, but she was punished. Please spare her for her old age and frailty." Wendy Lark was very angry, and the consequences were serious.
"How many times has this happened? I gave you a chance, but unfortunately, you didn't cherish it." She has always respected life and didn't want to get her hands stained with blood, but that wasn't a reason for them to bully her again and again.
"In the final analysis, I am still too soft hearted and I made you think that the consequences of making mistakes are not terrible. Okay, I will change!" The last sentence was murderous and exuded the chill of winter.
Jessica Lark's face turned pale. What else did she want? Wendy Lark raised her voice and said, "Master Jeff, just leave her a breath. She is too strong to die." Old lady Lark was dying, her face blurred with pain.
"Wendy Lark, you are a disloyal, unfilial, unkind and unjust little beast, you will be punished." Lord Jeff's eyes darkened, "Brothers, beat her hard. This is the result of not being morally upright."
This was obviously to vent Wendy Lark's anger. "If you want to blame someone, just blame your ancestors. It's her fault for not being able to cultivate herself and do her job. If she does something like this again in the future, she will be held responsible."
Old Lady Lark's face turned pale. She cursed them in her heart but didn't dare to say anything else. Wendy Lark took out the best medicine to treat Mary's wound. She was gentle and extremely careful.
Mary only felt a cool sensation on her face, and the pain in the wound was not so severe. Where did this good medicine come from? "Miss Celia Yates's hand is also injured. Can you help her? If she hadn't protected me today, I'm afraid..."
Sister Celia Yates's hand was stepped on several times and her little finger was fractured. Wendy Lark frowned, "I'll fix your finger first, and then go to the next town to find a good doctor. Don't worry. I will cure you no matter how much it costs."
She clearly distinguished between gratitude and resentment and accepted this favor. Miss Celia Yates held her injured hand, terrified. She didn't know where she got the courage to rush over to save people.
Obviously, she hates getting involved in trouble the most. But she doesn't regret it. They had been living and eating together for the past month and Mary was a very gentle and kind woman who took good care of her.
Humans are not plants or trees, so who can be heartless? Wendy Lark used a handkerchief and a small branch she had picked up to fix Fourth Miss Celia Yates's wound. "Just bear with it for now. It will be fine soon."
Her gentleness surprised Miss Celia Yates. Wendy Lark looked at Jerry Lark, who had a cut on the corner of his mouth. He had already treated the wound. "Second brother, tell me what happened."
"It's like this..." Jerry Lark immediately talked about what had just happened, without hiding anything and told everything from beginning to end. Wendy Lark's face became more and more ugly.
She slowly walked to Zaman Lark, who was lying on the ground pretending to be a corpse, and kicked him. "Zaman lark, I know you are a piece of shit, but I didn't know you were so vicious. You are indeed a bad person from the same bloodline."
Others might not be able to see through his intentions, but she saw through them immediately and that was what made it even more disgusting. We all have the surname Lark and are related by blood.
You may not like it, but you cannot climb up by stepping on the corpses of your blood relatives. "You are using two lives to pave the way for your position as the Family leader and you want to restore your former authority? Family leader, are you worthy of it?"
Zaman Lark felt deeply humiliated. When he became the Family leader, Wendy Lark was not yet born. He just wanted to take back what belonged to him, what's wrong with that? In order to succeed, everything can be sacrificed.
Why can't they just be his stepping stones? "I am not worthy, so how can you be worthy? A little girl is pointing fingers all day long and takes herself too seriously. Master Jeff, she is so arrogant and doesn't even take you seriously.
How can you tolerate it? She is trying to seize power, your power." He deliberately stirs up trouble and is always planning something with ill intentions. He thought Lord Jeff would be furious and have a complete falling out with Wendy Lark.
After all, which man doesn't want power? Unexpectedly, Master Jeff walked up to Wendy Lark and saluted respectfully, "Jeff is willing to be Miss Wendy's vanguard and obey Miss Wendy's arrangements. The direction Miss Wendy points her sword is the target of our action."
He expressed his loyalty in public, "Miss Wendy, from now on, your will is our will." Everyone was stunned and felt like they were dreaming.
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