The villa district was filled with the most influential people of R City, and it was usually quiet except for the occasional roar of a sports car engine.

However, on this particular day, a sudden burst of crying broke the silence.

"Damn Diego! Your father died early, and your mother is useless. If it weren't for the occasional help from the Munoz Family, you and your mother would have starved to death!"

"Now you've become rich, and you no longer need us, so you accuse my son of embezzlement!"

"He's your brother-in-law!"

"You must give us an explanation today, otherwise... we, these two old bones, will fight you to the death!"

...

Martina was frightened by the blood she coughed up that morning and rushed to the hospital for a checkup.

Now, with the test results still pending, she felt even more uneasy.

She couldn't even bring herself to visit Sofia and lay in bed crying.

Suddenly, she heard the commotion outside and asked Nancy impatiently, "What's all that noise outside?"

Nancy replied softly, "Martina, it's the uncles and aunts from the village. They're all at the door."

Martina frowned, tilted her head to listen, and vaguely heard her mother's voice. Her face immediately turned pale, and she hurriedly got out of bed.

"Dad, Mom, uncles, aunts, what are you all doing here?"

Martina ran out, a smile plastered on her face.

She found most of the elders from Munoz village gathered outside.

Martina's mother, Madeline, was furious when she saw her. Without saying a word, she slapped her across the face. "You useless, money-losing piece of trash!"

"How did you take care of your brother? You watched as Diego kicked your brother out?"

"Do you know that Diego took all his money? He doesn't have a penny left!"

"Martina, I tell you, if Oliver suffers outside, the first person I won't forgive is you!"

As she spoke, she continued to slap Martina.

Martina was burning with pain from the slaps.

She had been pampered and spoiled in R City for years and hadn't been beaten by her parents for a long time.

These slaps seemed to strip away all her pretense, revealing to everyone that she wasn't a wealthy lady at all.

But just a village girl.

A village girl who had been beaten since childhood.

Martina felt the contemptuous looks of the crowd surrounding her, and her whole body ached.

She didn't know where she found the courage, but she pushed Madeline away. "Enough!"

Madeline, almost seventy years old, nearly fell to the ground after being pushed.

"You! You dare push me!"

She sat down on the ground immediately. "Oh my God! Look at this unfilial daughter! She actually dared to push her own mother!"

"I'm already seventy! She's trying to kill me!"

"They say a married daughter is like water spilled out. I was still hoping she could take care of her brother, but who knew that he would be kicked out by her and her husband."

"Now, even this old woman is being beaten by them! I won't live anymore!"

She cried and wailed, beating the ground, attracting more and more onlookers.

Martina was startled by her own actions and stammered, "I... I didn't mean to. Mom, Mom, are you okay?"

Madeline spat at her and continued to cry.

Martina had no choice but to turn to her father, Prescott. "Dad, look at all these people here. Mom is making a scene, and it's not a good look for us. Let's talk inside."