The Villain Mom Awakens — Going Viral by Parenting on a Reality Show

Chapter 447 - 449: Retribution

"Five hundred thousand? I’m not giving it to you. I know you’re just going to secretly give it to Lee Warren. That worthless bum—does he think we aren’t miserable enough? Does he want to drive us to our deaths?!"

Jeanette Kensington screamed with all her might.

Normally, Lorraine Warren would have immediately noticed something was wrong with Jeanette’s mood. But right now, her entire being was focused on Lee Warren, and she had no energy to deal with anything else.

Lorraine Warren’s voice was pleading. "Jeanette, I’m begging you. Lee Warren has turned over a new leaf. It’s the people from the gambling den who won’t let him go. They keep coming back to cause trouble. They said if we give them another five hundred thousand, they’ll leave him alone for good. Otherwise, they’re going to cut off one of his arms!"

"Why not call the police?"

"It’s no use. Those people are gangsters, used to acting with impunity. We have no power now. How can we possibly stand up to them?"

"Then let them cut it off! The arm of a scumbag like Lee Warren isn’t worth five hundred thousand!"

Lorraine Warren stared at her in disbelief. "Jeanette, how can you say that? No matter what, he’s still your father. Are you really just going to stand by and watch him become a cripple?!"

"Yes, that’s the kind of person I am." Jeanette Kensington stood up, entered the passcode on the lock, and went inside. "I don’t care what you do with your jewelry—that’s yours. But you can’t touch my money. I’m telling you right now: if you really choose him, then consider me no daughter of yours!"

At dinnertime, Jeanette Kensington came downstairs. The housekeeper had already prepared the meal. Seeing this, Jeanette called out, "Mom, it’s time to eat!"

After a long while, no one came down. The housekeeper said, "Madam left just a moment ago. She was in a great hurry. Perhaps she had some urgent business to attend to."

Jeanette Kensington froze. She put down her bowl and chopsticks and, as if remembering something, opened her phone.

Just as she’d feared, only a few hundred thousand remained in her account. Lorraine Warren had transferred away several million.

’What is she trying to do...?’

Jeanette Kensington frantically called Lorraine Warren, but several consecutive calls failed to connect.

She and Lee Warren were probably off enjoying themselves somewhere.

Jeanette Kensington clutched her heart, struggling to breathe. She knew her old condition was acting up again.

Lorraine Warren had actually abandoned her. For the sake of her so-called "love," she had run off with her money and left her here...

As darkness clouded her vision, Jeanette Kensington wondered what she even was to Lorraine Warren. Her mother had doted on her and loved her, but more than that, she had used her as a tool to play the part of a virtuous wife and loving mother. She was just a means to please the man her mother loved. No matter what, she could never compare to her mother’s "great" love!

"Miss Kensington, Miss Kensington, are you all right?!"

The housekeeper’s frantic calls echoed around her, but Jeanette Kensington could no longer hear them.

*

Reeling from one blow after another recently, Jackson Kensington had been going to the hospital every few days. Eventually, he just moved in.

His symptom of coughing up blood was still severe. The doctor said it was a malady of the heart, brought on by being overcome with anger and anxiety. To recover, he would need to adjust his mindset and face life with positivity and optimism.

Jackson Kensington merely nodded at this. He had cherished Lorraine Warren and her daughter, only to end up a cuckold who had raised another man’s child. There was no way Jackson could swallow this humiliation. He knew he had become the laughingstock of Veridia; his previous high-profile life now served only to slap him in the face.

His days felt endless and bleak. The chairman’s seat, which he had held so securely, had been snatched away by Naomi Kenway. Getting it back would not be easy. His heart was filled with nothing but rage and resentment.

In the evening, after a stroll downstairs, Jackson Kensington had the orderly push him back to his VIP room to rest.

Jackson Kensington had just fallen asleep when he was startled awake. He felt his hands and feet bound, unable to move. All around him was pitch black.

He knocked his head as the vehicle swayed, only then realizing he was in the trunk of a car. Jackson Kensington wanted to scream for help, but his mouth was sealed shut with thick tape, rendering him speechless.

’Who the hell kidnapped me?’

The first people who came to his mind were Lorraine Warren and her daughter. He had thrown them out, so they were probably resentful and wanted revenge—or even to murder him and seize his assets.

Jackson Kensington’s mind raced. As the squeal of brakes cut through the air, his ears twitched sharply.

’Where am I? Why can I hear the sound of waves? Where the hell are Lorraine and the others taking me?’

The car stopped. Jackson Kensington was dragged roughly from the trunk, like a pig to the slaughter.

Jackson Kensington’s back scraped against the coarse sand of a beach, a raw pain flaring across his skin.

The sound of the waves grew louder. Jackson Kensington was thrown to the ground.

His vision was finally no longer complete darkness. Jackson Kensington struggled to open his eyes. Before him stood a figure with disheveled hair, staring at him with a sinister gaze. She wore an old-fashioned suit. Who else could it be but Rose Kenway, back to claim his life?!

Jackson Kensington told himself to stay calm. The thick tape was ripped from his mouth. "Who’s playing ghost? Believe it or not, I’ll call the police and have you arrested!"

The figure before him didn’t speak, only continuing to stare sinisterly at Jackson Kensington.

In the silent atmosphere, every sensation was amplified. Jackson Kensington finally couldn’t help but shiver.

The woman’s mouth opened wide as if to swallow him whole. "Take a good look at where you are, Jackson Kensington. I want you to pay for my life..."

Only then did Jackson Kensington realize something was wrong. He looked around, his pupils dilating in shock.

This was the place where he had disposed of the body all those years ago.

A sinister wind blew past. Jackson Kensington blinked, and saw flames erupt from the ground out of thin air.

He looked closer and realized it wasn’t out of thin air—what was burning on the ground was white joss paper.

The sound of a suona horn echoed.

Jackson Kensington cried out in terror. He had always held a reverent fear for ghosts and spirits.

’Could it really be Rose Kenway, back to claim her life?’

"Jackson Kensington, you brought me to such a miserable end! You and your mistress cruelly pushed me down the stairs! To hide the truth of your murder, you faked a car accident and threw me into the sea to destroy the evidence! Do you have any idea how much pain I was in? I will make you repay the suffering I endured a thousand times over!"

By now, Jackson Kensington was utterly convinced that the person before him was Rose Kenway. Bound and unable to move, he began to wail and beg, a snotty, tearful mess:

"I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again! You’re a magnanimous person, so please, just let me go! After I get back, I’ll burn plenty of joss paper for you. You can spend it well in the underworld. It’s too soon now! When I’m old, I’ll come down and be with you. We can live a good life together..."

"Too late!" the woman shrieked. "Right now, all I want is your life in payment!"

"Noooooo—!"

Jackson Kensington felt his body being lifted by some unknown force. He could only watch helplessly as he was thrown into the sea.

With his body bound, Jackson Kensington sank quickly beneath the waves.