My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 329

“You don’t understand! I had difficulties... At that time, our family was in a bind. Our funding were frozen. It was your mother who volunteered herself to them for the sake of saving our family!” Arthur lamented sadly.

“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!”

fine beads of sweat covered Arthur’s forehead. His eyes shot up, almost popping out of their sockets, as minuscule

borne the look of

Dixon smirked, his wicked eyes were terrifying enough to send chills

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

How dare you! I am your grandfather! How

“You unfilial offspring!”

I have a damned grandson like

whore! She’s just a tool! Without the Haddocks

spat back in between his gasps of

you to scold her again. If it weren’t for you, and the Haddock

you’ve painstakingly built destroyed in my hands. I want you to witness with your own eyes the fate of all your children and grandchildren - everyone in the

“You... You...”

at a loss for words. “You son of a whore!

the Haddock Group now! Hehehe! Your favorite second son is just a paralyzed invalid! Your other sons and grandsons were mere bootlickers and beggars of scraps. Arthur

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