My Extraordinary Wife

“Even in a moment like this, you are still so shameless,” sneered Dixon. “Seems like your knee hasn’t hurt enough.”

He grasped a small hammer in his hand. It seemingly glimmered wickedly under the dim light.

It was a truly menacing sight.

Looking on tyrannically, he held down Arthur’s legs as his lips curled cruelly. “Grandpa, what if I hammer your knees a little more…”

“No! No! You devil! How do I end up with a grandson like you! Go away! Ahhhhhh!”

Arthur’s eyes widened in terror as a heart-rending howl escaped his mouth.

He tried to struggle in order to escape and his body jerked backward in the futile attempt.

However, Dixon’s grip was too strong. He could not break free no matter how much he struggled. The wicked man raised the hammer in his hand up high before slamming it down onto poor old Arthur’s left knee.

A dull, sickening thud rang out.

Thump!

“ARGHHHHHH!”

His eyes shot up, almost popping out of

old, wrinkled face borne the look

You should have another one, right?” Dixon smirked, his wicked eyes were terrifying enough to send chills

it down. The room reverberated with the scream of the tortured Arthur, accompanied by the cracking sound of

dare you! I am your grandfather! How can you

“You unfilial offspring!”

I have a damned

a wench! A whore! She’s just a tool! Without

spat back in between his

violently gripped the old man’s scrawny chin. “I dare you to scold her again. If it

destroyed in my hands. I want you to witness with your own eyes the fate of all your children and

“You… You…”

at a loss for words. “You son of

invalid! Your other sons and grandsons were mere bootlickers and beggars of scraps. Arthur Haddock! This is what

the hammer once more and slammed it down with full force onto the