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!”

Arthur’s forehead. His eyes shot up, almost popping out of their sockets, as

face borne

right?” Dixon smirked, his wicked eyes were terrifying enough to send chills down everyone’s

swung it down. The room reverberated with the scream of the tortured Arthur,

you! I am your grandfather! How can you treat me

“You unfilial offspring!”

I have a

mom is a wench! A whore! She’s just a tool! Without the Haddocks she is

between his

dare you to scold her again. If it weren’t for you, and the

not go on further, but rather stared at Arthur insidiously. “I want you to watch the Haddock Group you’ve painstakingly built destroyed in my hands. I want you to witness with your own eyes the fate of

“You… You…”

he was at a loss for words. “You son of a whore!

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

the hammer once more and