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!”

eyes shot up, almost popping out of their sockets, as minuscule capillaries

old, wrinkled face borne the look

You should have another one, right?” Dixon smirked, his wicked eyes were

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

I am your grandfather! How can you

“You unfilial offspring!”

can I have a damned grandson

A whore! She’s just a tool!

back in between his gasps

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

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

second son is just a paralyzed invalid! Your other sons and grandsons were mere bootlickers

the chin of the old man, then he raised the hammer