Don't Try to Escape, My Wife!

Noticing that Mrs. Don came out, Nicole turned serious.

No matter what, Lucas did that thing today, so she had to humor Mrs. Don.

"Mrs. Don."

Nicole said calmly.

Hearing Nicole call her that, Mrs. Don felt a little awkward but snorted coldly, saying, "What? Do you have a problem with me? If you have any objections, you can say them to me. You asked a child to cause trouble for us Dons? Do you think you can do whatever you want to us? Nicole, let me tell you. I don't accept you. Even if your son messes us up, my attitude towards you will remain the same! Don't think for a minute that your son is the game changer. I can't pretend that nothing happened and let this go. That's impossible!"

Samuel wanted to argue back when he heard Mrs. Don's harsh words, but Nicole stopped him.

Nicole said with a faint smile, "Mrs. Don, I think you've misunderstood. I don't want anything to do with your family. My son made a mistake today. Please tell me how you would like this to be handled."

Nicole's cold face displeased Mrs. Don, but she didn't want to get off her high horse, so she coldly snorted and said, "I want you to tell me. Say it."

"We Greens will double the compensation for everything your family has lost."

Samuel had enough of the old woman and said.

Mrs. Don glared at him.

"Do you think we are short of money?"

"Then what do you want? Give me a direct answer!"

Samuel didn't want Nicole to waste her time with Mrs. Don. The old woman was hard to deal with. Therefore, he wished this could end quickly so that he and Nicole could go back home for dinner.

Mrs. Don was already uncomfortable and grew even angrier offended by Samuel.

"Look at my face. This is paint! Your son actually splashed paint at me! If it hadn't been cleaned in time, my skin would be ruined!"

Mrs. Don thought of how painful it was to remove the paint and wished she could whip that brat Lucas.

Samuel laughed.

"Well, next time I'll have him use something else. After all, this doesn't come off easily."

"You...."

Mrs. Don almost fainted from anger.

Nicole tugged at Samuel's sleeve and shot him a look.

They were here to solve the problem, not starting one. Why was Samuel trying to provoke Mrs. Don? She didn't know how to explain it away if Mrs. Don got sick from anger.

Samuel restrained himself a little understanding what Nicole meant.

even handed her a

let this matter go easily. Your son hit me. I must vent my anger. Kneel down! This matter can only be

he heard Mrs. Don's

a child to be naughty, but it's another for you to whip my wife.

Nicole's expression also changed.

all, Lucas was a child. Lucas was responsible for this incident, but why

Mrs. Don, and Mrs. Don

everyone in Seapolis City know what kind of child

up slightly. She knew for sure that Nicole had

what game the old woman was playing. She just wanted to use this

had offended Mrs. Don in her history with Viola and Audrey. The old woman had long wanted to revenge on Nicole, but

at Nicole, not knowing what she was thinking, and pulled her behind

fault that my son behaved that way.

spoke, Samuel unbuttoned his shirt and revealed

eyes brimmed with

be like this.

are in this together. What's the difference? She just wanted to blow

Samuel spoke the truth.

was not angry and smiled, saying, "Alright. You ask

crap! But Mrs. Don, I advise you to tread carefully. Otherwise, it will come

words got under

"Get me the whip!"

child could only be disciplined by

and brought the whip over to Mrs.

the butler

thrash Nicole but was afraid to

naturally didn't dare to make a

you afraid of? We are on the

Don glared

ached for Samuel. She wanted to pull

worse than this. It is just ten lashes. Don't be afraid. Close your eyes and count. When it ends, we will

Samuel's joyful expression, Nicole cried

Samuel would suffer because of

"Hit him!"

angered by how they loved each

What did they mean?

Showing their affection?

he insinuating that she was awful to her

it, the angrier Mrs. Don

not dare to disobey her. So, he swung his

Samuel snorted,

"Samuel."

your