Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 102:

Marissa suggested, “It would be far too harsh to expel Uncle Rex from the Nash family or have him kneel in the ancestral hall for more than twenty years. Instead, I propose he kneels for just two hours each day. He’ll still be free the rest of the time and receive his monthly allowance.” Rex was overwhelmed with gratitude at her words, his eyes brimming with tears, and he opened his mouth to express his thanks. But Marissa quickly continued, “However, Uncle Rex has committed many serious errors in the past. Merely kneeling for two hours a day is quite lenient. He should kneel on dog poop.”

Everyone stared at her in disbelief. Rex looked at Marissa, completely bewildered and unable to react for a long while. Balthasar cautiously asked, “Tiffany, what do you mean by kneeling on dog poop?”

“I mean exactly that,” Marissa replied. “Have a servant collect fresh dog poop daily. It must still be warm. Before it cools, Uncle Rex should kneel on it for precisely two hours each day.”

The suggestion shocked everyone present. Rex, once the patriarch, might not have contributed much in his role, but he deserved respect in retirement. The idea of kneeling on dog poop daily was seen as excessively degrading, a punishment only the cruelest would consider. “Eww!” Rex vomited immediately after hearing the proposal

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contain his laughter. “Uncle Rex, you’re reacting too soon. You

feeling somewhat uncomfortable. Nonetheless, given Tiffany’s past suffering within the family, they understood her need for some form of reparation and found it hard to fault her. Balthasar felt uncomfortable, as if sitting on pins and needles, trying to reason with Marissa. “Tiffany, isn’t this approach

change the dog poop to iron nails. Make sure the tips are sharp.

Rex, having stopped vomiting, imagined kneeling on sharp nails and shuddered. Balthasar adjusted his crutch, seeming about to

Marissa gazed at Rex and added, “Uncle Rex, it’s your choice: disgust or pain. Remember, it’s a punishment. It’s not meant to be comfortable. I doubt you’re so

laughter in any longer. Chuckling, he advised, “Uncle Rex, you might want to go with the dog poop. It’s gross, but it won’t kill you.

sides. Every word they uttered tested everyone’s patience, yet no one dared challenge them. Even Balthasar, the most revered

this middle-aged man sobbing loudly in the yard. Marissa

persuade them to show compassion. Those who hadn’t endured their hardships