That man wasn't satisfied yet and gave her another brutal kick. My mother fell to the ground, her forehead badly bruised from the impact. She covered her forehead, pale and shaking. Jared pulled out his phone, zoomed in on her and started recording, sneering as he cursed, "Stupid old hag, what are you pointing at? Trying to curse us? Don't mess up my sister and brother-in-law's good time!"
The woman joined in, covering her mouth and laughing gleefully, "Yeah, yeah, you old bat, stop getting in the way!"
My mother lay on the ground, trembling with anger, trying to knock Jared's phone away, telling him to stop filming. Jude waved his hand impatiently, "All right, all right, Jared, stop filming. Don't scare the old woman to death just yet."
Only then did Jared put his phone away and flop onto the sofa, lazily crossing his legs and bouncing them smugly. The woman pulled Jude towards the bedroom, saying as they went, "Honey, let's take care of business first, then we can deal with the old lady later."
Seeing this, my mother quickly got up and grabbed Jude's arm, trying to stop him. Jude shook off my mother's hand, yelling impatiently, "Let go!"
My mother's face twisted with anger and she pointed at the wedding photo on the wall, trying to bring Jude to his senses. Jude glanced at the wedding photo and sneered, "I'm going to sleep with another woman in this house, so what?" With that, he slammed the door shut and sounds that would make anyone blush immediately came from inside.
I gritted my teeth and fast-forwarded a few seconds. In the recording, my mother was kneeling on the floor, slowly and painfully scrubbing the floor. At some point, Jared stood behind her and suddenly gave her a hard push, "Useless! You can't even clean properly while kneeling!"
She wasn't expecting it and tumbled down the stairs, hitting the ground with a sickening thud. Blood gushed from her head, staining both her hair and the floor. Jude rushed over, panic creeping into his voice. "Jared! Are you out of your damn mind? A few slaps are fine, but pushing her down the stairs? What if she dies?"
Jared just shrugged, smirking. "Come on, Jude. She's always watching us like a damn ghost. If she dies, she dies. We'll just say she had a stroke."
Jude glared at him, scolding, "Idiot! If you're going to kill her, do it cleanly. Got it?"
After that, he grabbed my mother's hair and picked up the kettle of boiling water from the table. My mother shook her head in terror, her eyes filled with fear. Still, Jude showed no mercy. The next second, he poured the boiling water down my mother's throat.
