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

old, wrinkled face borne the look of pure

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

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

dare you! I am your

“You unfilial offspring!”

can I have a damned grandson like

is a wench! A whore! She’s just a tool!

back in between his gasps of

scrawny chin. “I dare you to scold her again. If

watch the Haddock Group you’ve painstakingly built destroyed in my hands. I want you to

“You… You…”

that he was at a

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

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