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!”

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

wrinkled face borne the look

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

gingerly again and swung it down. The room reverberated with the scream

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

“You unfilial offspring!”

have a

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

spat back in between his

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

my hands. I want you to witness with your own

“You… You…”

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

me! I am in control of the Haddock Group now! Hehehe! Your favorite second son is just a paralyzed invalid! Your other sons and grandsons were mere bootlickers and beggars of scraps. Arthur Haddock! This is what you owed me. This is what you owed my dad and

old man, then he raised the hammer once more and slammed it down with full force