Lord Protector Novel

Chapter 1568

Zeke put Missy down and started to help Lacey wash the vegetables needed for dinner tonight. “I want to let Missy start training in martial arts.”

Lacey rolled her eyes. “Zeke, that wasn’t even a funny joke.”

Zeke scrubbed harder at the vegetables. “That’s because I wasn’t joking, Lacey. To tell you the truth, Missy is a martial arts prodigy. That’s how good she is! If she doesn’t train and develop her abilities, it would be a great loss for the entire world of martial arts.”

Upon looking at the serious look on Zeke’s face, Lacey felt her own smile freeze in place. “Oh. Well, I have an answer for you then—don’t even think about it.”

“Lacey, please,” Zeke said pleadingly. “Don’t make a decision so quickly. Take some time to consider it...”

“There’s nothing to consider, Zeke,” Lacey replied shortly. “I won’t allow Missy to train in martial arts. Did you know, Zeke, that as a martial arts warrior, you’re always out there on the battlefield, fighting and killing? You might not think anything about it, but I do. I’ve spent my days worrying about you, afraid that someday I’ll hear that you died out there! If you want Missy to lead that kind of life as well... well, how do you expect me to live on?”

Using his most placating voice, Zeke told Lacey, “Lacey, I can assure you that Missy will be perfectly safe.”

Missy hurriedly chimed in as well. “I want to train too, mom. I’m grown up now. I can make my own decisions.”

“No,” Lacey said with a sense of finality. It was better to nip this matter in the bud before someone could give Missy false hope. “I won’t allow it. Go do your homework, Missy.”

“I will not.” Missy dug in her heels stubbornly. She might have been small, but her temper she had inherited from her mother was anything but. “If you don’t let me train in martial arts, I won’t do my homework! Also, I won’t eat anymore. No, I’ll just eat junk food. There’s no way I’m going to eat your fruits and vegetables!”

“Missy!” Lacey stared at her daughter aghast, hand half-raised as if to smack her.

Zeke hurriedly restrained Lacey before she could do something she regretted. “Lacey, we can talk about it. There’s no need to get physical...”

At this point, Lacey felt tears of frustration brimming in her eyes. “You two are as bad as each other for bullying me together! Get out! I’d rather feed this dinner to pigs than let you eat it!”

She shoved Zeke and Missy out of the house, slamming the door behind her.

“You can come home when you decide to stop thinking about training martial arts,” she shouted angrily through the closed door.

Holding Missy awkwardly, Zeke opened his mouth to speak before closing it abruptly, speechless.

Having seen and heard everything that just happened, Mr. Collins was biting his tongue hard to keep himself bursting out into laughter.

It was truly a case of rock beating scissors but ultimately being defeated by the humble cloth. Zeke was an unstoppable boulder whenever he put his mind to anything, but Lacey was the cloth he would always lose to.

Mr. Collins felt bad for Zeke—truly, he did—but no one could have ever thought that the number one King Class warrior of Eurasia, a legend of the Ultimate Class who was the icon of the globe, he who was undefeatable in battle, he whose enemies trembled in fear at his name, was afraid of his wife. And now, faced with the wrath of his wife, he was as meek as a mouse, obediently shuffling out of the house onto the streets.

The strain of holding in his laughter was going to make Mr. Collins burst. But he had to at least try, if he didn’t, the Great Marshal would surely be angry.

Letting Missy ride on his shoulders, Zeke shot Mr. Collins a stink-eye. “Laugh it up, old man. I don’t blame you, honestly.”

Finally free of his restraints, Mr. Collins guffawed heartily. Zeke sullenly aimed a kick at him that sent him flying.
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