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!”

so excruciating that fine beads of sweat covered Arthur’s forehead. His eyes shot up, almost popping out

old, wrinkled face borne the

right?” Dixon smirked,

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

am your grandfather! How

“You unfilial offspring!”

can I have a damned grandson

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

in between his gasps of

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

rather stared at Arthur insidiously. “I want you to watch the Haddock Group you’ve painstakingly built destroyed in my hands. I want you

“You… You…”

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

Hehehe! Your favorite second son is just a paralyzed invalid! Your other sons and grandsons were mere bootlickers and beggars of scraps. Arthur Haddock!

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