His Five Little Rascals

I'm sorry, it was our mistake

After all these years, Monica Davis had finally shed the label of being a mistress. Helen Davis had acknowledged her and accepted the cup of tea she had personally brewed for her daughter-in-law. Moreover, she had successfully tarnished that woman's reputation, ensuring that even in death, she would be remembered with disdain. It was safe to say that she was the ultimate winner in this situation.

At this moment, Monica radiated an icy aura as she remained motionless, hidden in the rafters. The scene below was clearly visible to her. Her eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing within them. Five years ago, she had been thrown into the sea, miraculously escaping death and gaining unexpected fortune. Now, she had returned in style with her quadruplets, determined to make that wretched mother-daughter duo pay a painful price.

"Ugh!"

Watching the crowd's righteous indignation, Helen Davis sighed helplessly. Although she had never liked her daughter-in-law, Sydney Brown, there was no point in saying anything further at this stage. She could only nod and command in a low voice, "Serve the tea!"

However, just as she finished speaking, the lights in the ancestral hall flickered and went out with a "c***k," leaving only a few candles flickering weakly. At the same time, the door slammed shut with a loud bang.

Everyone gasped in shock. "What’s happening?"

"Sydney Brown, I died such a miserable death!"

Suddenly, amidst the chilling cries, a figure in a white dress with disheveled hair descended from above, slowly landing right in front of Sydney Brown.

"Ah! A ghost!"

The relatives who had been angrily cursing suddenly screamed in terror, scrambling toward the door in a panic. But unfortunately, the door was tightly shut, and there was no way to escape.

"Nyla!"

As Sydney Brown caught a glimpse of the person behind the veil of black hair, her eyes widened in horror. Her legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the floor.

Her lips trembled, nearly biting her own tongue. "Y-You... don't come any closer... please..."

"Sydney Brown, not only did you steal my husband and have an affair, but you also came to my home and pushed me out of the window. Now, you go too far and slander me. Such cruelty... I will drag you down to hell with me."

Monica Davis's face was icy, her voice sharp and trembling, sending chills down Sydney's spine.

With a mastery of makeup that rivaled disguise artists, Monica's current face was almost indistinguishable from that of her mother, Nyla Palmer.

In an instant, Monica lunged forward, moving at lightning speed toward Sydney and gripping her neck tightly.

Sydney's temples throbbed, her face turning beet red. "You blocked my way! You refused to step aside, so I had no choice but to confront you. In the heat of the moment, I just gave you a little push. Who knew you were so weak that you fell out the window..."

"You b***h, you deserve to die!"

Monica's anger flared at those words, and she tightened her grip even more.

"Ah! Help... help me..."

Sydney Brown was terrified, her heart racing as she trembled. In an instant, she lost control and wet her pants.

A large, noticeable yellow stain quickly spread beneath her, making her humiliation all the more evident.

Monica Davis frowned in disgust at the sight, then turned her gaze threateningly toward the relatives huddled in the corner.

Just moments ago, they had been reveling in her misfortune, laughing and jeering.

"Nyla Palmer, we were wrong! It's all Sydney Brown's fault; she deceived us. Please, don't hold this against us!"

The relatives turned pale with fear, their age forgotten as they kneeled on the ground, bowing their heads in desperation.

Monica smirked, her expression dripping with disdain. "Heh!"

As her words hung in the air, the last flickering candle extinguished, and after a few breaths, the lights suddenly blared to life.

It was as bright as day.

In that moment, Nyla Palmer's "spirit" vanished, and everything returned to normal, as if the earlier haunting had just been a figment of their imagination.

"Phew!"

Everyone collapsed to the ground, relieved yet furious. They scrambled to their feet and charged at Sydney Brown, unleashing their pent-up anger on her with fists and kicks.

In an instant, Sydney became the target of their wrath, like a rat in the street.

She was a mess, crying out for help, but there was nowhere to escape. All she could do was curl up in the corner like a frightened quail, clutching her head.

With tear-filled eyes, rage ignited within her. Clenching her fists, she pounded them angrily against the ground, each strike fueled by her fury.

Her teeth ground together, the resentment she felt toward Monica Davis and her daughter had reached an unprecedented peak.

"Hmph!"

Helen Davis shot her a dark glare before storming off in a huff.

…

When Sydney Brown returned home, Isabel Davis was horrified at the sight of her. "Mom, what happened to you?"

"Wow…"

To her surprise, Sydney burst into tears at her mother's question.

After a long, broken explanation, Isabel finally understood what had transpired.

Then, gripping her daughter's wrist tightly, she said, "Daughter, you are now Gavriel Mason's fiancée. You need to go find him and have him stand up for me. Let him deal with those Davis family scoundrels!"

"But…"

At these words, Isabel felt a wave of uncertainty wash over her, letting out a bitter sigh.

"Mom, you know that five years ago, I sent the son of that wretched Monica Davis to the Mason family, claiming he was my child with Gavriel Mason. After a DNA test, he accepted Leonard and even publicly acknowledged me as his fiancée."

"But on the surface, I may seem fine, but behind the scenes, he completely ignores me!"

"Silly girl, for Leonard's sake, he won't just turn his back on you. Besides, can you really bear to see your mother being bullied like this?"

Sydney Brown was relentless, crying harder with snot and tears streaming down her face.

Seeing this, Isabel Davis felt a pang of sympathy. With no other choice, she reluctantly nodded, "Alright, I'll go try to find him."

…

Meanwhile, under the cover of night, Monica Davis successfully returned to her home.

As soon as she stepped inside, she saw Lila waddling toward her, holding a cup of water and bouncing with her chubby little body.

Looking up with big, innocent eyes, she said softly, "Mommy, drink some water."

"Good girl! Our little treasure is so sweet!"

Monica's heart melted as she reached out to affectionately ruffle Lila's fluffy hair.

After a long night, she was indeed both hungry and thirsty.

She quickly grabbed the cup, tilted her head back, and gulped down several big swigs.

Watching her, Lila's pink lips curled into a sly smile, a mischievous glint flashing in her eyes.

The next moment, Monica's pupils widened, her expression turning blank as she suddenly slumped to the ground, fainting right there.