Chapter 4The Grandma from Hell Meets Her Match

However, she searched for a long time but couldn't find that forty-year-old turtle.

I stood up unhurriedly, fished a turtle shell out of the soup, washed it, dried it, and handed it to her:

"Oh, Grandma, the 'god-grandmother' you mentioned, it wouldn't happen to be this one, would it?"

I looked at the bowl of turtle soup and sighed sincerely:

"As expected of an old beast raised for forty years, making soup out of it is much more nourishing than a three- or five-year-old one. Grandma, you really have a good eye!"

The old lady tried to disgust me deliberately, so she ate the most during the meal.

Her mouth was dripping with grease, and seeing me not eating, she even called me "lacking taste" and "ungrateful."

Now, learning that the meat soup was made from the old turtle she had raised for forty years, she hugged the turtle shell, crying to the heavens and pounding the earth, mourning more bitterly than if her husband had died.

"My poor Turtle! Which cursed troublemaker killed you! I'll make her pay with her life!"

I sobbed on the side:

"God-grandmother, even if you descend to the eighteen levels of hell, don't forget to seek revenge on the person who ate you. Poor you, living to forty years old, a long-lived elder among turtles! You died such an unjust death! I hope you have a good journey and reincarnate well in your next life!"

Reminded by me, the old lady retched uncontrollably.

After vomiting, she looked at me fiercely:

"You little beast! You'll get your retribution!"

"Grandma, what are you saying? Didn't you tell Liam that a pet dies because the owner lacks virtue? Look at you, only knowing how to educate your descendants, but when it falls on you, you refuse to admit it at all. That's not right!"

"You! You sharp-tongued little shrew!"

"I'm no shrew. Shrews scratch, bite, kick, and scream. Anyone who offends a shrew is lucky if they only get a layer of skin peeled off. I'm so gentle!"

"Hmph!"

The old lady hugged the turtle shell and ran away angrily.

My husband looked at me with adoration.

My father-in-law jumped up in excitement.

My mother-in-law was full of respect:

"Chloe, you really have your ways."

My father-in-law chimed in:

"Yes, leave this to me. Liam, take your wife out quickly to buy a gold bracelet. Be happy, be happy!"

I smiled and nodded, looking at the pile of vomit my mother-in-law swept up, and said:

"Mom, don't throw this away yet. I have a use for it. Come here, let me tell you..."

To disgust me, the old lady didn't go to the bathroom; she intentionally vomited all over the living room floor.

Thinking this would hurt me? Too childish!

Hasn't she heard the saying: "As virtue rises one foot, vice rises ten"?

At the jewelry store, my husband was ecstatic, trying on bracelets left and right.

I was okay; compared to buying a gold bracelet, I preferred battling the wicked old lady and seeing her defeated look.

After leaving the jewelry store, I went to my best friend's house, brought Buddy's toy ball over, and bought him some dog food and snacks.

When my husband saw Buddy, he was so excited he couldn't speak:

"Buddy! You're really not dead! Daddy was so heartbroken, boohoo!"

Looking at him, Buddy couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge him.

My best friend gave me a look and pointed to her head.

[Is Liam's head okay?]

[Just PTSD from the wicked old hag. Don't worry, dealing with wicked old hags is my specialty!]

[Queen, let your humble servant worship you!]

When leaving, Liam saw a familiar figure in the fish tank again.

"Honey, why is it here?"

"What else? You think I'd kill a forty-year-old turtle just like that? Am I a butcher or a demoness!"

"Then the shell of the 'god-grandmother' you fished out was?"

"Bought at the market."

"Boohoo, honey. You truly are a sweet angel."

Liam was moved to a mess.

On the way home, he kept pestering me, asking how I did it.

"Nothing much, just giving her a taste of her own medicine!"

I know vicious old ladies inside out.

The moment she bends over, I know what kind of crap she's going to take.

After being terrified by Buddy, she definitely hated him to the core.

Killing Buddy and making soup for me to drink—killing two birds with one stone, truly malicious.

She didn't dare approach Buddy, so she deliberately put sleeping pills in his dog food.

Taking the opportunity to kill Buddy.

But she didn't know that I had trained Buddy; he wouldn't touch drugged dog food.

And when she wasn't looking, I put sleeping pills in her soothing soup.

Making her groggy, sleeping until dawn.

I smeared blood on her hands and threw dog hair in the trash can.

Elderly people have poor memory and general mental states.

When she was asleep, I pretended to be Buddy seeking revenge by her ear.

When she woke up, groggy and influenced by my performance, she genuinely believed she had killed Buddy and was triumphant.

As for making meat soup, with my mother-in-law around, the old lady wouldn't do it herself.

So she only saw the bloodstains and didn't know what kind of meat was in the pot.

After all, before me, no one dared to challenge her authority like this.

I wouldn't explain the details to Liam.

I just rubbed his head and comforted him:

"Don't worry. With me here, I won't let you repeat your childhood trauma. I'm a professional when it comes to dealing with this kind of malicious old lady."

Liam was very obedient. He didn't ask too many questions, just whimpered and cried in my arms like a puppy:

"Boohoo, honey, I wish I had met you earlier!"

"Damn God, why didn't he send you to me earlier!"

After complaining to the end, he held my hand, full of heartache:

"Honey, you must have suffered a lot to get to where you are now. My heart aches for you!"

I lowered my head, my shoulders slightly shrugging.

I used all my strength to hold back my laughter.

But Liam mistook it for a sad sob.

"Don't worry, honey. In the future, I will definitely care for you even more!"

This little fool, so easy to trick! Hehe!

How could I possibly have suffered?