Chapter 442
The Williams residence was in utter disarray. Once clean and neat, it was now a huge mess due to the lack of help. Maisy stared at the clutter, unable to think straight for days. Her dreams of marrying a wealthy man and inheriting the Williams fortune lay shattered; the family had nothing left.
Samuel and Kenny looked paler than ghosts. The sounds of the protests outside were clearly audible. Despite being the eldest, Kenny, sheltered and employed by their tech company since graduation, had never experienced such turmoil. It felt like a fall from heaven to hell.
With tear-filled eyes, Kenny said, "No one is opening the door. We'll wait for Peter to handle them. Peter also said the mansion is being sold to pay our debts. Once they leave, we'll move to Elden Residence—Mom and Dad's old house, where we'll also take Mom." Jeffrey hadn't sold it, deeming it too old but sentimentally valuable.
Terrified, Maisy asked, "Do we really have to move back there? Can't we settle our debts by selling the Williams Group? And what about your new company? Do you still have the funds?"
Peter looked at Maisy, his eyes swirling with conflicting emotions. He replied weakly, "Stop dreaming. Don't you understand? The Williams are ruined. Who knows what our future holds? We're buried in debt. The company's worthless, and the mansion won't fetch a significant sum. We'll discuss the startup later. Let's tackle our immediate problems first."
The lawyer had informed them that Jeffrey would face at least two decades in prison. Sadie, having not eaten in a day, was weaker than ever due to starvation, her body odor adding to her misery. She wished for death. The screams from outside confirmed what her children hadn't explicitly stated: Jeffrey's arrest and the Williams Group's bankruptcy. Their assets would be liquidated to cover a massive debt. They were finished. Sadie longed for death, fearing the horrors she'd envisioned for them, mirroring Skylar's suffering in her dreams.
Maisy entered with bread and water, pinching her nose at the stench. Impatiently, she said, "Mom, you should know our situation. Those outside are our creditors. We can't leave for groceries, there's no help, and takeout is impossible. We're all eating bread and water. Make do." She placed the food on Sadie's bedside table and left. Sadie, paralyzed from the waist down, could use her hands, but Maisy couldn't bear to watch her eat in the foul-smelling room. Her annoyance was palpable; she saw Sadie as a burden.
Peter returned around eight, the crowd dispersed. Seeing the house's condition, he frowned. He had been interrogated by the police for hours and had spent the day trying to resolve their debts.