My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

“What? I know nothing about it! Don’t involve me!” Ritchie protested.

“How dare you talk back to me?!” Patrick was so angry that he slapped Ritchie across the face.

“I’ve spent a fortune for you to study abroad. And this is the thanks I get?” This was the second beating Ritchie had received today. He was a grown man and felt utterly humiliated.

“Damn it! Damn you! I already told you that I have nothing to do with it! It’s all mom’s fault!” Ritchie couldn’t hold himself back anymore and spat on the ground angrily.

“You sent me abroad because you were afraid that I would end up in some shitty community college and disgrace the whole family! You think I don’t know that? You’ve always been ashamed of me! You’ve always thought that Seth and Ethan were way better than me! You’ve always wanted to beat me up, right, Patrick Lester?”

He hated it when people tried to

out of you!” He was so angry that his face turned as red as a tomato. He looked around the room until his eyes fell on a mop. He grabbed it and raised it

fast. He jumped up and ran around in

me!” Ritchie hid behind Elissa

advances. She roared irritably, “Patrick Lester! What the hell are you

swing the mop, the phone in the living room suddenly rang. Amidst the chaos, the boldest

to speak with

who was about to hit Ritchie with the mop. The caller seemed persistent so she handed over the phone to Patrick,

of rage. He snatched the phone from her impatiently and spat into the receiver, “What?”