CHAPTER 308: CHAPTER 308: NAMELESS RAGE

Summer Monroe looked inside and saw the old Madam Stanton under the orange light bulb, her face full of wrinkles, with a pitiful expression, saying, "I beg you, don’t push an old woman like me who’s halfway in the grave. If I had money, I would have already given it to you!"

In front of Old Madam Stanton stood a poorly dressed man, and Summer Monroe, with her sharp eyes, noticed that the man’s pants were patched.

Beside the man, a boy about ten years old also wore dirty clothes, but his big black eyes were exceptionally bright and spirited.

The man sighed and said, "Old Madam, it’s not us pressing you, it’s just that life is unbearable... It’s the rainy season now, and there’s already so much rain in the mountains. As soon as it rains, my house becomes like a fish pond, it’s really unlivable!"

The old lady immediately reached into her pocket, pulled out two hundred yuan, and handed it to the man, saying, "Take it, take it! Use it to fix the roof! This is all the cash I have on me. I still have to attend my granddaughter’s funeral tomorrow, so in consideration of a white-haired person sending off a black-haired person, give me some peace!"

The man blushed with shame at the old lady’s words and left, pulling along the boy.

As the two turned around, they saw Summer Monroe and Henry Stanton.

The man’s eyes immediately lit up, "Henry?"

Henry Stanton thought to himself that he had come at a bad time, coughed lightly, and said with pretended sadness, "Dixon, long time no see..."

As he spoke, he deliberately dabbed at the corner of his eye as if wiping away tears.

His pretend crying forced Dixon to swallow back words he hadn’t yet voiced.

Dixon reached out, patted Henry Stanton on the shoulder, and changed his tone to say, "My condolences..."

Henry Stanton nodded, grasped the man’s hand, and said, "After some time, when Clarissa’s funeral is over and the coal mine business picks up, I will renovate your houses. I won’t let my brothers, who’ve worked with me for so many years, suffer!"

Dixon nodded, "We’re all brothers, no need to say that. The deceased should be prioritized, focus on the funeral first, and I’ll speak to the other brothers for you."

"Thank you, my good brother!" Henry Stanton reached out to hug Dixon, then bowed and said to the boy, "Your name is Dottie, right? Dottie, do you still remember Uncle?"

However, the boy only looked at Henry Stanton with his black eyes and asked, "Uncle, Grandma Stanton has no money, and you live in Crestfall, don’t you have money either? I haven’t gone to school for two years now..."

Henry Stanton looked embarrassed; just as he was about to speak, Dixon covered Dottie’s mouth and apologized, "I’m sorry, this child doesn’t know how to speak properly, I’ll take him away now. You two should chat as mother and son; I won’t disturb you."

As Dixon spoke, he led Dottie out by the hand.

Summer Monroe’s gaze fell on Dottie’s hands, covered in coal dust. The small child’s nails were stained black from coal, clearly showing he had been working with Dixon for years.

In that moment, Summer Monroe understood everything.

Henry Stanton was exploiting these villagers, and to a large extent—

It’s bad enough they couldn’t afford to repair their houses, but their children couldn’t even afford to go to school.

In this age? How could there still be such poverty?

No wonder Henry Stanton drove the cheapest Volkswagen from the garage, not even worth ten thousand. And this car, normally in Crestfall, Henry Stanton wouldn’t even touch it.

In that instant, an unnamed fire rose in Summer Monroe’s heart.

Henry Stanton once again shattered her baseline understanding of human nature time after time!

Amid her anger, an idea slowly formed within her mind.

An idea sufficient to crush the Stanton Family.