Chapter 467
In the end, Peter was forced to work as a delivery person. He’d braced himself for Skylar’s mockery, but her surprise was fleeting. Her usual indifference quickly returned.
Slylar flatly said, “I don’t enjoy kicking people when they’re down. While your past actions warrant it, I have no connection to you anymore. There’s no point.”
News about the Williams family’s downfall had faded in recent days. The initial frenzy had died down. Soon, Jipsburg would likely forget the Williams Group’s collapse.
However, Skylar found Maisy’s silence unusual. It was unlike her troublemaking nature. She wondered if Kenny or the others had done something to her. Was it possible that they had locked her up?
Peter’s face grew even paler. “Can you forgive us for what happened?”
He deflected blame on Maisy, claiming she was the instigator behind their mistreatment of Skylar. He believed that if they hadn’t wronged her, she wouldn’t be
so distant now in the time of need.
Regret gnawed at him. Knowing what he knew now, he would have gotten rid of Maisy from the start.
Skylar smirked. “Do you think I should forgive you?”
True to Peter’s nature, he thought appearing before her in a pitiful state would make her forgive him. Even now, Peter hadn’t shed his manipulative ways.
“Everyone makes mistakes and gets deceived. Maisy misled us. If it weren’t for her, we wouldn’t have treated you that way,” he said. Peter was trying to shift the responsibility entirely onto Maisy.
Skylar was amazed by his audacity. Even facing his downfall, he refused to take responsibility and tried to twist the narrative.
As Skylar finished her fondue, she stood up and met Peter’s gaze indifferently. “Your words are meaningless. From now on, pretend you don’t know me.
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Peter’s desperation grew. He blocked her path. “Mom’s health is failing, Skylar. She constantly talks about you, regretting her actions. We all realize our mistakes. You can ignore us, but not your own mother.”
The arrogant executive was gone, replaced by a desperate man pleading for
forgiveness.
Skylar’s patience was wearing thin. “Just spit it out. What do you really want?”
She knew encountering Peter here was no coincidence.
Peter hesitated, his eyes flickering. Before he could answer, a drunken Samuel
stumbled over.
“Peter, get on with it! She’s our sister! Ask her for the money already! We need it!” Samuel slurred, barely standing upright.
Samuel was in an even worse state than Peter. Skylar couldn’t recognize him without
a closer look.
Samuel was still dressed in designer clothes, and his face was both pale and
flushed. The paleness suggested a lack of rest, while the flush indicated he had been
drinking.
Peter took a deep breath. “I’m sorry to bother you like this, but Mom needs medication every day, and all our money is going toward paying off debts. We can’t afford her medicine. So, I hope you can lend us some money.”