After a moment, Homer's mother rushed over with several people.
The moment she saw Homer lying in a pool of blood, barely alive, she hurriedly ran to his side.
Pushing aside the bodyguards, she cradled Homer in her arms, her eyes venomous as they locked onto Wilson.
"Wilson, what are you trying to do?!"
Wilson remained unperturbed.
"Mary, your son was misbehaving—harassing my wife and cursing me to die. Don’t you think he deserves a lesson? Or should I say, is this how you've been raising him at home?!" Wilson’s narrowed eyes bore into hers, exposing her true intentions.
Mary stood stunned for a moment before clenching her fists, trembling with suppressed rage.
She forced a smile that looked worse than crying.
"It's our Homer who was inconsiderate. Thank you for teaching him a les
