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!”

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

face borne the look of pure

right?” Dixon smirked, his wicked eyes were

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

I am your grandfather! How can you

“You unfilial offspring!”

I have a damned grandson

She’s just a tool! Without the

between his gasps

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

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

“You… You…”

perplexed and provoked that he was at

now! Hehehe! 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

of the old man, then he raised the hammer once more and slammed it