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.

repay them the total sum of the bride price they paid, right? In

then. "What is this man from town planning to do with our daughter? I heard that there are people around here who specialize in selling

to have grandchildren? Having grandchildren will cost us a great deal of money-children are expensive to own nowadays. We need

way we're living right now, we might not be able to buy a new house, not even in our next lifetime! Our son and daughter-in-law will never agree to have children if

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

Oliver the moment he stepped foot into their house. "Where is she, Oliver? Hand her over right

talk." Oliver sat down as he continued to speak. "Mayaboy has been in your family for five years now,

reason my son is dead! My poor son!" She felt tears wetting up in her eyes whenever she spoke of this matter. If she had a choice,

Mrs. Bartley. The both of you have been feeling

when your cursed daughter is here in

told me that Mayaboy