Chapter 69: Truly a Good Son to His Mother

"What are you doing here?" If Madame Kashi had once had any expectations for her son, now she was entirely on guard. "Mom, I came to see you and bring you some fruit. This is fresh durian from T Country, you haven't had it before, right?" Kashi said with a grin. Madame Kashi glanced at the durian in his hand. Her heart chilled. The durian was small and clearly not fresh. Moreover, Irene had bought durian for her before, so this act of charity was for show. Madame Kashi coldly replied, "Take your things and get out!" Kashi ignored her attitude and curiously looked around the newly renovated place, "Mom, you remodeled? Where did you get the money? Did Dad give it to you? I didn't know!" Madame Kashi trembled with anger, taking a deep breath, "I'm not dead yet! It's none of your business!" Kashi looked confused, "Why isn't it my business? I'm here to see you, aren't I?" Madame Kashi was too furious to speak, and Kashi continued, "Mom, can you tell Irene to stop her livestreams? It's embarrassing." Madame Kashi grabbed a broom and swung it at Kashi, "Embarrassing? Irene's livestreams can support herself! She can buy me durian! What about you? You work at a company and think you're superior! Have you ever taken care of me?" Kashi, struck by his mother's words, became enraged, "Mother! Do you still remember what happened over ten years ago? Do you want everyone to bring it up again?" Madame Kashi shook with anger, clutching her heart. At that moment, Kashi pulled out a black card from his pocket and handed it to her, smiling, "Mother, this is the money I've saved for you over the years. Funds were tight before, so we couldn't give it to you sooner." Madame Kashi pushed his hand away, trembling, "Get out!" Kashi suddenly remembered something and asked, "Mom, did Irene save the seventh young master of the Norman family? Can she still contact him? Our company is not doing well lately." Madame Kashi's hand ached from clenching it so tightly, "So that's why you're here!" Seeing her son like this chilled her heart. For so many years, she had indulged Kashi in everything. Kashi looked very much like his father, the only warmth she had felt during her tumultuous early years came from her husband. This had made Madame Kashi tolerate her son for many years. But now, she couldn't retreat any further. She had already moved back to the old house she and her husband bought when they first married, with no value left to offer. Only now, with Irene becoming valuable to her, did Madame Kashi truly give up on Kashi. Such a son—what difference did it make if he was hers or not? He was even less than a granddaughter without blood relation. "Mom, you have to help me. If you don't, Dad's company will go bankrupt." Madame Kashi slowly turned and walked towards the yard. "Bankrupt? Then let it go bankrupt." Without her special feelings for her son, Madame Kashi reverted to the cool and meticulous private detective she once was. "The company's downfall is due to your incompetence, not me." She turned back, glaring at Kashi, "If you truly repent, you wouldn't let the company collapse. You couldn't face your deceased father, and you'd tarnish his name." Kashi's eyes widened in disbelief. A strange sound escaped his throat, unable to articulate anything. Madame Kashi locked the gate in front of him and walked into the house, leaving him speechless. Kashi looked at the fruit in his hand, muttering angrily, and tossed it on the ground as he drove away. On his way back, he encountered Irene and Emma. Normally, he would have stopped to speak to Irene. He had once felt some pity for this adopted daughter, unlike Helen, who resented Irene. She simply wasn't as important to him. Irene recognized the familiar car. Emma looked at Irene, her eyes questioning, "Want to give him a beating?" Irene watched the car pass by and shook her head, "No need, Grandma would be sad." Irene had her own thoughts about her stepfather. He wasn't as bad as Helen, perhaps there was still hope, something that could make Grandma happy. Emma pouted but didn't insist. Entering the yard, they both regretted not stopping the car and giving Kashi a beating. The flowers and plants in the yard were scattered, and Madame Kashi was cleaning up. Seeing them return, she smiled, "You're back? Dinner's ready, go wash up." Emma nodded obediently. While Madame Kashi wasn't looking, she exchanged a silent conversation with Irene, "Grandma doesn't seem too upset this time?" Irene squinted thoughtfully. Had Grandma finally come to terms with things? Later that evening, Irene brought a bowl of washed cherry tomatoes to Madame Kashi, who was relaxing in the yard. "Grandma, here." Irene handed the bowl to Madame Kashi, who began speaking without being prompted. "Irene, from today on, I'll consider that I never had that child." Madame Kashi sat in her rocking chair, the evening breeze gently blowing her soft clothes. She looked up at the tree she and her husband had planted, her eyes moist. Irene nodded, "Grandma, you still have me and Emma. Besides, Emma almost got into a fight with the neighbor's kid earlier." "What did you say?" Madame Kashi sat up immediately, "How did that happen? Emma is a girl, how could she fight that brat!" Irene smiled slightly. Watching Madame Kashi fret over Emma, Irene felt a little happier. Now, Madame Kashi wouldn't have time to worry about Kashi. The next morning. Madame Kashi, being older, slept and woke early. Emma was still asleep when Madame Kashi had already made breakfast, cheerfully calling Irene and Emma to eat. Seeing Madame Kashi's smile, Irene felt much more at ease.