My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 329

Summary for Chapter 329: My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)

Chapter 329 – A Turning Point in My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas) by joy

In this chapter of My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas), joy introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 329 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the billionaire genre.

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!”

The pain was so excruciating that fine beads of sweat covered Arthur’s forehead. His eyes shot up, almost popping out of their sockets, as minuscule capillaries inside burst and turned his eyeballs bloodshot.

His old, wrinkled face borne the look of pure terror.

“Hmm, grandpa. I smashed just one knee. You should have another one, right?” Dixon smirked, his wicked eyes were terrifying enough to send chills down everyone’s spine.

He raised the hammer gingerly again and swung it down. The room reverberated with the scream of the tortured Arthur, accompanied by the cracking sound of broken bones.

“Dixon Haddock! How dare you! I am your grandfather! How can you treat me like this!”

“You unfilial offspring!”

“How can I have a damned grandson like you!”

Arthur was drenched in cold sweat from the pain. His face was contorted and he almost fainted from the suffering.

His body trembled uncontrollably, and the pain on his legs was so excruciating that he could barely feel anything.

His white hair was thoroughly soaked all the way to his scalp. As he laid lifelessly on the bed, he could only glare weakly and miserably at his grandson.

The once glorious and proud predecessor who helmed the esteemed Haddock family through thick and thin was now reduced to a pathetic, decrepit existence.

“Why don’t kill me! You... Kill me now!”

His voice was hoarse and weak. Almost inaudible.

“No. I will find the best doctor to heal you. After that, I want to break your legs again. Then, I will get another doctor to heal you again. Grandpa, this never-ending game is fun!”

Dixon dangled the hammer playfully in front of Arthur, looking very pleased with himself.

While uttering such sadistic words, he looked surprisingly calm and poised.