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, as minuscule capillaries inside burst and

wrinkled face borne the

I smashed just one knee. You should have another one, right?” Dixon smirked, his wicked eyes were terrifying enough to

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

How dare you! I am your

“You unfilial offspring!”

have a

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

in between

old man’s scrawny chin. “I dare you to scold her again. If it weren’t for you, and the

hands. I want you to witness with your own eyes the fate of all your children and grandchildren – everyone in the Haddock family –

“You… You…”

was so perplexed and provoked that he was at a loss for words. “You son

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

raised the hammer once more and