1885 Remember to come back and find your brother when you become a ghost

She didn't believe that Madam Murong would remain unmoved after taking out this. As expected, she had succeeded.

She wasn't sure if this Murong Mian was really Madam Murong's son, but based on the information she had gathered, she guessed that it was.

With this layer of relationship, she did not believe that he would still be so hard-hearted if Madam Murong went to beg Murong Mian herself.

Previously, she only wanted the Murong family to support her husband and help them get through this crisis. Because of her daughter's incident, her husband's credibility in the people and Parliament was getting lower and lower. If he did not turn the tables, he might even be expelled from the Parliament, let alone participate in the election.

Therefore, she could only take the risk.

She did not expect Madam Murong to look for her yesterday, but it was equivalent to giving her a card. Ji Mianmian did not take the bait, but it was the same if Madam Murong did.

Now, she only wanted the murongs to support her husband. She wanted all the murongs 'assets to be hers.

However, Madam Murong clenched her teeth tightly, blood filling her mouth. She stared at her son's ashes but did not speak.

She knew why Mrs. Jones wanted her to beg Murong Mian.

She could not do that, she could not!

Mrs. Jones was getting impatient. She continued,""You still refuse to ask for help. It seems like you're going to watch as your son's last ashes are gone, right? What a pitiful person. His identity and status had been taken by someone else, and now, even his last ashes were about to be gone. How pitiful! If I were him, I'd hate you to death. How can you be so biased? how can you give everything to another son?"

Every single word she said was like pouring salt on the wound in Madam Murong's heart.

The pain almost suffocated her. She couldn't watch her son's last ashes disappear.

"You'll die a horrible death ..."

"It's fine," Mrs. Jones said."You're here anyway. We'll go to hell together."

She glanced at it and saw Murong Mian smile,"Murong Mian, why don't you tell me what this place is?" Whose ashes were these? Do you want to know?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know," Murong Mian replied calmly. "But if you ever want a box like this in the future, you can beg me now. I'll grant you your wish after you die."

Mrs. Jones chuckled."Sure. I'll also prepare one for your mother and your little brother. Oh, this should be your little brother, right? the same bone ash box as his. Let the mother and son reunite after they die."

"Hmm, that's a good idea."

Mrs. Jones gritted her teeth. This kid was stubborn.

Her heart was filled with anger. She glanced at the bone ash box and simply picked it up."If I let go, this bone ash box will shatter, right?"

"Please ..." Murong Mian said faintly.

He was still cold and emotionless. Mrs. Jones gritted her teeth."If that's the case, then don't blame me. Wenshan, you heard it yourself. Your bastard son has no regard for my feelings. It has nothing to do with me. When you die, when you see your youngest son, remember to tell him to find his brother when he becomes a ghost."

Mrs. Murong bit her lip. She watched as Mrs. Jones raised her hand up high. She couldn't control the tears in her eyes.

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There was only one left, and he was writing. His head was hurting so much that it was about to explode, so he wrote very slowly.