My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Many Slaps to the Face

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Many Slaps to the Face

The small and shabby rental apartment was in a mess. Everything breakable had been smashed, and there was practically no room for him to step in.

A haughty noblewoman was sitting on the sofa with a group of people. She was elegant like the queen of a country.

His mother's hair was disheveled and her cheeks were red and swollen. Obviously, she had taken many slaps to the face and could only beg for mercy. "Please be kind and let us go," she cried.

When she saw that Ronald had returned, she immediately shouted, "Why did you come back? Hurry up and leave!"

Ronald gritted his teeth and walked in step by step.

"Mom, we don't have to beg them. Get up."

He bent down and helped his mother up from the ground. There was an unspeakable meaning in his tone. He looked at the noblewoman sitting on the sofa and said word by word, "I was the one who caused your son to be paralyzed for the rest of his life. If you can, then beat me to death. I'm tough, anyway."

The lady in front of him was a homewrecker who had brought her son to the top with her.

She and Ronald's shameless father had driven him and his mother out of the Walsh family.

mother homeless. They made sure

to

able to find a job to make a living. Even if he became a waiter or washed

end, the two of them had no

to make

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the mistress' son often provoked

them.

a mistake and pushed him down the steps,

as if she had gone mad. She had even spared no effort

the use of

didn't beg, at least he would regret

back and

easy way out. I want to torture you bit by bit until you die! I want the two of you to be trampled

tough, go ahead and

""Yes, ma'am!"

group of bodyguards immediately walked toward

all,

to

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he would never beg