Grandma Evans Reveals Her True Nature

Lily Evans listened carefully and, sure enough, heard the sound of crying—so loud and desperate that the voice was already hoarse.

Grandma Evans sat on a big rock, staring hopelessly at the floodwaters, crying and wailing: "It's all gone, everything is gone! My new house, my new furniture, my pigs and my sheep, my clothes—gone! How am I supposed to live now?"

None of her sons or daughters-in-law could persuade her to stop. Grandma Evans kept howling, making Grandpa Evans feel like his head was about to explode. He shouted at her furiously, "What are you crying for now! I told you all to pack up and head for the hills, but you wouldn't listen! Now look, everyone else moved their valuables to higher ground, and all our stuff got washed away! It's all your fault, you brainless old woman! Now you have the nerve to wail? It's all because you're blind and foolish!"

"How is this my fault? It's all Lily Evans's fault! If she hadn't always been against our family, always trying to harm us, I wouldn't have thought the flood warnings were fake!" Grandma Evans retorted stubbornly.

Lily Evans and the village chief exchanged glances. How did the blame end up on her again?

Mrs. Charlotte Evans, Arthur Evans's wife, saw Lily Evans and quietly walked over while everyone else was distracted.

Lily Evans smiled and said, "Auntie, Gold Bean and Silver Bean are being looked after by my mother, and the children are all doing well. They had hot meat porridge this morning, and they're so warm and cozy that they're still sleeping."

Mrs. Charlotte Evans had been worried about her children, but hearing that they even had hot meat porridge put her at ease. Gratefully, she said, "Lily, I really don't know how to thank you."

Lily Evans took Mrs. Charlotte Evans's hand and said, "Gold Bean and Silver Bean are my little brother and sister. It's only right for me, as their big sister, to take care of them. But the place they're staying at belongs to Mark Hunter. If you want to thank someone, thank Mark Hunter."

"Got it. When the floodwaters recede, I'll take the children to thank Mark Hunter personally," Mrs. Charlotte Evans replied.

Over on their side, while Mrs. Charlotte Evans and Lily Evans were talking, Grandma Evans grabbed Arthur Evans, staring at him like he was her last hope. "Arthur, how much silver do you have left? Is it enough to build another house?"

Arthur Evans looked troubled. "Mom, we rushed the construction last time, paid extra for labor, and got a full set of furniture... It cost us several hundred taels of silver. Now I only have a few dozen taels left, and that's definitely not enough."

"Not enough? The new house is gone..." Grandma Evans was stunned, muttering to herself. Suddenly, she glared at Arthur Evans, her eyes filled with fury and veins bulging on her forehead as she cursed, "You can't even come up with a little silver! What's the point of having you? Useless! I don't care, you must build me a new house! I want to live in a brick house!"

"Mom, I really don't have any money left. Everything went into building this house!" Arthur Evans's eyes were bloodshot. Looking at Grandma Evans's twisted expression, he shivered—was this really the gentle mother he used to know?

Grandma Evans tore into Arthur Evans, calling him useless, an unfilial son—whatever harsh words she could think of, she hurled at him.

Originally, Grandma Evans tried to squeeze silver out of Arthur Evans, always pretending to be nice to him. But now that she heard he was broke, he was suddenly useless to her. Her true nature showed—she didn't bother to hide her anger and dumped all her frustration onto Arthur.

Mrs. Charlotte Evans listened from a distance, gently biting her lip and squeezing Lily Evans's hand. "Lily, life must've been hard for you and your mother back at the Evans house, huh?"

Lily Evans immediately understood—Mrs. Charlotte Evans was perceptive. She knew everything but chose not to say it out loud.

"Aunt Charlotte, you should plan more for yourself and Uncle Arthur. Gold Bean and Silver Bean are still young—they can't be made to suffer. Aunt Charlotte, just look at Lana Evans..." Lily hinted.

Mrs. Charlotte Evans looked at Lana Evans—a tiny, skinny girl, trembling beside Sam Evans, her eyes full of fear for Grandma Evans.

Suddenly, Mrs. Charlotte Evans shivered. She couldn't let her own Gold Bean and Silver Bean end up like Lana Evans!