Chapter 1853 He Is Your Son, Right?

Mrs. Murong cursed: "You... you are talking nonsense. Your daughter is the bastard who is ridden by thousands of people. He is my son, he is Murong Mian..."

Mrs. Jones glanced at Murong Mian who was not involved, and sneered: "Heh... do you really think I am an idiot? If he is Murong Mian, what did you secretly bury in the Murong family's ancestral tomb a year ago? Was it a stray dog?"

As she said that, she stood up, took out a can from a cardboard box, and put it on the table with a clang: "Look what this is, I asked someone to dig it out, come and tell me, what is in this small can?"

Mrs. Murong struggled as soon as she saw it.

It was an urn, the white ceramic urn, which she bought herself, and the ashes inside were filled by her. That was her son, that was her Randy.

Mrs. Murong struggled in the glass box, her legs kicked the hard glass wall, her eyes were red, her face was full of hatred ignited by anger, and her throat made a suppressed roar, but she gritted her teeth and did not speak.

Mrs. Jones opened the lid of the urn and took a handful of ashes from it. As expected, this action made Mrs. Murong even more furious. She actually had no strength left, but now, she kicked the glass box and made a loud noise. Her hands tied with hemp ropes struggled to break free. She didn't feel the hemp ropes rubbing her skin.

Mrs. Jones smiled, her facial features twisted. She looked at Mrs. Murong with a morbid pleasure on her face. She said, "Oh, why are you angry? Didn't you say your son is not dead? Then why are you so angry, or... do you know what's in it?"

Mrs. Murong's teeth had already bitten her lips, her eyes were so red that they seemed to be dripping with blood. She stared at the jar, and the sound in her throat was like the last wail of a dying prey.

Murong Mian listened and watched, and his hands in his pockets slowly clenched, but his face remained expressionless.

His indifference seemed particularly abrupt in this dark and damp basement.

The dim light above his head fell on him, casting a black silhouette on him. His whole body was like a tree standing there motionless, as if no matter what the other party did, he could not be disturbed or shaken.

Mrs. Jones laughed loudly, and she suddenly grabbed a handful of ashes inside and scattered them hard.

The powdered ashes scattered in the air, turned into dust, floated in the air for a while, and finally fell to the ground.

Mrs. Murong could no longer hold back and screamed heartbreakingly: "Bitch, I will kill you, I will kill you..."

Mrs. Jones laughed crazily: "Didn't you expect that you would end up like this one day? You are angry, you scream, whatever, but now you can only end up like a snake and a rat. If you want to save your son's ashes, if you want to kill me, then you have to live first and ask your bastard son for help."

Mrs. Jones knew that it would be difficult to start with Murong Mian. This man was extremely cruel.

Moreover, she couldn't control what he was thinking at all, so she could only start with Mrs. Murong.

Apparently, the effect was good. She had someone dig out the urn where Madam Murong had secretly buried her without a tombstone from the Murong family's ancestral tomb. Inside was her own son Murong Mian.