Chapter 359: Chapter 359: Worse Than Death
Gavin Lynch looked at Rosalind Lynch’s utterly frustrated appearance, yet his face remained unusually calm.
"Whatever you have to say, we’ll talk at home."
After speaking, he ordered the driver to drive, completely ignoring Rosalind Lynch’s frenzied screaming beside him.
Rosalind Lynch was so furious she wanted to open the car door and get out, but the car was already speeding along, so she had no choice but to bide her time.
Once they arrived back at the Lynch Family home, Rosalind Lynch opened her mouth to question him, but just as Gavin Lynch turned, he raised his hand and gave her a harsh slap.
The slap was heavy and unexpected, causing Rosalind Lynch to stagger back two steps, her head buzzing, and she could even taste the metallic tang of blood in her mouth.
It was the taste of fresh blood.
From her teeth injuring the flesh inside her mouth.
"What was your attitude in the car earlier? Is that how a daughter should behave towards her father?"
The more Gavin Lynch spoke, the angrier he got, grabbing Rosalind Lynch’s hair as she stood stunned from the slap, and kicking her repeatedly.
"Useless thing! If you can’t get things done, fine, but how dare you come here and blame me?"
"I raised you all these years just to hear you question me?"
Gavin Lynch was completely losing his mind, nearing a state of madness.
Mrs. Lynch wanted to step forward to stop him, but ultimately, out of fear of his wrath, she stood aside with red eyes, not daring to make a sound.
As for Jillian Lynch, the moment she saw Gavin Lynch’s dark expression upon entering, she had already gone back to her room.
The last time at the pool, her sister didn’t help her, so this time, she wasn’t going to help either.
Besides, even if she helped, she would only end up getting hit as well.
So she opted to stay away and out of sight.
Downstairs, it was unknown how long Gavin Lynch beat Rosalind Lynch until she fainted from the pain, at which point he finally stopped.
Mrs. Lynch hurried over to check on her, struggling to support her.
Pinching her hand, she asked urgently, "Shan-Shan, how are you?"
Rosalind Lynch had fainted from the pain earlier, and now slowly regained consciousness, sitting on the sofa with help from Mrs. Lynch.
Her mouth was full of the taste of iron, and when she tried to speak, her nose tingled, and tears immediately began to fall.
Mrs. Lynch was heartbroken, saddened, and angry. She didn’t even know where she found the courage to stand up and shout at Gavin Lynch.
"The company’s bankrupt, why do you take it out on your daughter! What kind of father are you? If you can’t stand us anymore, we can leave, why resort to violence!"
Gavin Lynch turned around expressionlessly, his face as cold as if it was covered in ice.
Mrs. Lynch shivered involuntarily.
"Fine." Gavin Lynch fixed his eyes on Mrs. Lynch, "Since you want to leave, then go right now, let’s see where you can go once you step out of this door!"
"You—"
Mrs. Lynch opened her mouth to retort, but found herself unable to come up with a response.
Having been a housewife for so many years, she had long lost any survival skills.
The only thing she could claim to still be decent at was playing mahjong.
But how can playing mahjong sustain a living?
If it were five or six years ago, when her own family hadn’t gone to jail for bribery, she could still straighten her back and walk out.
But now her family had fallen and even relied on her to get by, without this place, what would happen to her family, what would happen to her two daughters?
A dead camel is still bigger than a horse. Although Gavin Lynch owed the bank a massive sum, as long as he sold off fixed assets, the hole could be filled, and he could start afresh.
She, however, had no ability to start anew.
She had long become a parasite dependent only on her husband.
She was like this, and so were her two daughters.
Within a blink of an eye, Mrs. Lynch’s vigor was doused.
Tears rolled from her eyes as Mrs. Lynch took a few steps forward and knelt directly in front of Gavin Lynch.
"Mr. Lynch, I beg you, please don’t lay hands on the children... let’s talk things over. If you really beat her to death, you would face a lawsuit!"
Gavin Lynch glanced dismissively at the kneeling Mrs. Lynch and lifted his hand to loosen his tie.
"Didn’t you plan to leave? Why are you kneeling now?"
"What I said before was because I care for the children, it’s better to talk things out rather than resort to violence."
Mrs. Lynch’s attitude was utterly humble.
On the sofa, Rosalind Lynch watched Mrs. Lynch kneeling before Gavin Lynch in disgrace and suddenly thought of herself.
Back then, she had also knelt before Warren Prescott like this.
She thought she was clever, hoping to stir pity in Warren Prescott.
But now, seeing Mrs. Lynch kneeling before Gavin Lynch, she realized that doing so only made the other party look down on her even more.
And this posture of kneeling on the ground was truly ugly...
She hated herself for realizing this only now, and hated Mrs. Lynch for being so humble, and hated Gavin Lynch’s madness.
When exactly did the once-happy home change overnight into this?
She wished dearly to return to the glorious past when Warren Prescott adored and loved her.
But before she could reminisce, Gavin Lynch was already standing in front of her.
She instinctively shrank back a little.
She only heard Gavin Lynch say, "Earlier, you said you had reconciled with Warren Prescott; that was all a lie, right?"
Rosalind Lynch’s pupils contracted, wanting to lie out of reflex, but looking into Gavin Lynch’s eyes, she knew she couldn’t hide it anymore.
She might as well nod and admit, "Yes..."
She expected a slap from Gavin Lynch to follow, but to her surprise, he remained still.
She was puzzled, just when Gavin Lynch said, "I don’t care if you have reconciled or not. What I told you to do before leaving, you must accomplish. Three hundred million, not a dime less, no matter what means, you have to make Warren Prescott give you this money."
He actually only owed the bank two hundred million.
But he needed another hundred million as start-up capital to relaunch the Lynch Group.
Rosalind Lynch looked at Gavin Lynch like he was an animal in amazement.
She thought her skin was thick, but the older, the wiser.
She couldn’t help but say, "Forget three hundred million, Warren Prescott is so fed up with me now, he might not even give me three rusty pennies."
"That’s your problem. You’ve been friends with Prescott Family for so many years, I don’t believe Warren Prescott would refuse to shell out that sum."
Three hundred million, to ordinary people, is a pipe dream, a fortune they couldn’t earn in ten lifetimes.
But to Warren Prescott, it’s only the turnover of a few days at The Nocturne.
Money, to the Prescott Family, has long been merely a number.
It may sound unbelievable to ordinary folks, but that’s the reality.
To the wealthy, money really is just a number.
Three hundred million, it’s just a slightly bigger number.
"Let me be clear, if you can’t get that three hundred million, not to mention you don’t need the Lynch name anymore, I guarantee you’ll wish you were never born. I’m your father, you should know whether my words are true or false."
Rosalind Lynch’s face was devoid of color.
"Go, get upstairs and rest well. You were too well-dressed today, that’s why he didn’t pity you. Tomorrow, go with your current appearance, and he will surely help you."
After saying this, Gavin Lynch began walking towards the door.
Mrs. Lynch knew from his demeanor that he was going out to drink.