Daddy, Chasing Mommy Back is On Us!

Oliver munched on the snack his wife had prepared while speaking in a muffled voice. "We struck gold this time!" he mumbled.

Greta sent her husband a side-eye upon hearing his words. "Did you say that we've struck gold? We haven't struck anything-the clan leader might even drop by later and strike us on our heads instead." Greta settled in her seat and began to work on patching up one of their clothes as she continued speaking. "Mayaboy is such a useless girl. When did she hook up with that man from town? What an embarrassment! She's all grown up now; how could she still give us so much trouble?"

"She made a great choice! An amazing choice!" Oliver mumbled as he continued to stuff himself with food.

"What did you say? Did you say that her hookup was a good choice?" Greta asked.

"Yeah." It had only been minutes, but Oliver had already devoured two huge slices of bread. "That townsman is actually interested in Mayaboy, and he's offering me 200,000 to get everything settled for them!"

"What?!" Greta couldn't believe her ears then. "Are you sure you heard him correctly? Isn't that guy bored of Mayaboy by now? Our daughter might be pretty, but I'm sure a man from town must have seen prettier women than her. Why would he pay so much just to get married to our daughter?" Greta asked.

at their house for the past few years, so they can't expect us to repay them the total sum of the bride price they paid, right? In total, I believe we can get them to spare us this amount," Oliver said as he put his fingers up to show his wife a

do with our daughter? I heard that there are people around here who specialize in selling

Don't you want to buy your son a new house? Don't you want to have grandchildren? Having grandchildren will cost us a great deal of money-children are expensive to

right now, we might not be able to buy a new house, not even in

at home and wait for my good news!" Oliver chugged another bowl of water before

leader's wife shrieked at Oliver the moment he stepped foot into their house. "Where is she, Oliver? Hand her over

Bartley. Let me talk." Oliver sat down as he continued to

the reason my son is

of you have

How could we be well when your

I went to get a tarot reading, and the master told me that Mayaboy isn't just a