Since fate had once again returned him to this crucial turning point in his life, he would neither allow his mother to be humiliated and forced down a dead end, nor was he willing to return to the cowardly and stifling path of his previous life.

Brian Perry went out and hailed a yellow taxi, heading straight for the The Morris Family residence in the center of Xin’an City.

This was the “old house” of the The Morris Family, a standalone two-story building inside the Xin’an City cadre rest compound. The eldest son of Ryan Morris, John Morris, and his family lived on the first floor, while the second son, Mark Morris, and his family lived on the second floor. Later, John Morris made a fortune and moved out to a villa, so in reality, only Mark Morris’s family of four lived in this house.

Brian Perry got out of the car at the entrance of the compound, greeted the guard, and then strode quickly toward the third house in the second row.

Standing in front of the black gate of the The Morris Family, Brian Perry steadied himself, then resolutely knocked on the door with a loud thud.

“Who is it, knocking so loudly? What do you want?!”

A very impatient female voice came from the courtyard, followed by the sound of slippers shuffling. The door opened, and a young woman with light makeup and rather delicate features appeared before Brian Perry.

Brian Perry’s lips twitched slightly. This was his cousin, Mark Morris’s eldest daughter, Ashley Morris, an employee at the Xin’an City Electromechanical Equipment Company.

Mark Morris had a son and a daughter. The eldest daughter, Ashley Morris, was born in 1969, and the son, Little Mark Morris, was born in 1972. One had just started working after graduating from college, and the other was still in college.

“Who are you looking for?!” Ashley Morris scanned Brian Perry suspiciously.

“I’m looking for my mother, Evan Morris.” Brian Perry replied calmly.

Ashley Morris was taken aback, then her lips curled in disdain as she scrutinized Brian Perry with contempt.

Because the two families had no contact, this was actually the first time Ashley Morris had seen the son of her aunt Evan Morris—the so-called illegitimate child of the despised The Perry Family, as her elders called him.

As for Brian Perry, his knowledge of Ashley Morris came from his previous life. Ashley Morris’s future husband also worked in the government system and had interacted with Brian Perry, who worked in the district government office, several times.

“Wait at the door. Your mother will be out soon.” Ashley Morris sneered arrogantly, turning to close the door.

Brian Perry suddenly pushed the door open and walked right in.

Ashley Morris was a woman, and he was tall and strong. With him forcing his way in, there was no way Ashley Morris could stop him.

Seeing him barge in, Ashley Morris took two steps back, momentarily stunned.

In a few strides, Brian Perry rushed up the steps to the inner door of the The Morris Family, forcefully pushed it open, and entered directly into the living room.

With just one glance, Brian Perry saw a scene that made his blood boil with such rage he nearly went mad:

On the small coffee table between two single sofas sat a memorial portrait of Ryan Morris. Mark Morris and his wife sat on either side of the sofas, legs crossed in a relaxed manner. His mother, Evan Morris, was kneeling there, tears streaming down her face, her shoulders trembling.

Mark Morris sat with an official’s air, reserved and silent, gently waving a paper fan in his hand; Mark Morris’s wife looked on with contempt, completely indifferent. Their younger son, Little Mark Morris, stood to the side with his arms crossed, a malicious sneer on his face, gesturing and pointing at Evan Morris.

Brian Perry was furious—enraged.

In his previous life, he hadn’t known what kind of humiliation his mother had suffered at the The Morris Family, but now, seeing it with his own eyes, he felt a heart-wrenching pain.

His mother, who had raised him through hardship, a strong and proud woman who had never bowed to fate her entire life, was now suffering such unbearable humiliation for her son!

“Mom!—” Brian Perry called out, a heartfelt cry filled with endless sorrow and anger from the depths of his soul.

Brian Perry’s sudden appearance caught the The Morris Family family off guard. Evan Morris, on the other hand, whipped her head around to look at her son, tears of humiliation and grief streaming down her face once more.

“Mom, get up! Let’s go!” Brian Perry dashed forward and helped Evan Morris up.

Evan Morris struggled a bit, forcing a smile, “Yuan Zheng, this is your second uncle and second aunt, you should…”

Brian Perry shot a furious glance at Mark Morris and his wife, then said coldly, “Mom, we don’t need to beg anyone. We don’t have relatives like this!”

Mark Morris’s wife, Jessica Bolton, stood up with a cold laugh. “If we’re not your relatives, what are you two doing here today? Honestly, even though Dad said long ago that he had no daughter like you and had already cut ties, in the end, you’re still siblings. Since you’ve come to ask for help, we can’t just ignore you, right? But look at your son’s attitude!”

“No manners, such low-class trash!”

Little Mark Morris snapped coldly from the side.

Brian Perry pointed at Little Mark Morris, his voice low but icy cold. “You have manners? You’re not low-class trash? Isn’t your The Morris Family low-class trash?”

“You have manners, you’re the son of a deputy mayor—but you humiliate your own aunt right in front of your parents. Is this the The Morris Family’s idea of manners?”

“You’re not low-class trash, you come from a noble family, a privileged young master—yet look at yourself! Lazy, shallow, a typical spoiled brat!”

“Your The Morris Family isn’t low-class trash, you’re high society—yet when your whole family was being denounced and suppressed back then, who was it that agreed to marry my mom off to my dad? It was him!”