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!”

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

old, wrinkled face borne the look

right?” Dixon smirked,

swung it down. The room reverberated with

I am your grandfather! How can

“You unfilial offspring!”

have a damned grandson

She’s just

between his gasps

old man’s scrawny chin. “I dare you to scold

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

“You… You…”

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

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

old man, then he raised the hammer