The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 1023

Every single man in Wilson Village stood up in unison.

While being in the outside world, they might not have the guts individually, but here in Wilson Village, on their own turf, even if only one person stood up and shouted, it would boost everyone else's courage.

Friedrich was the most composed one.

Seeing the situation escalating, Friedrich said to Leonard, “Leonard, you guys were indeed in the wrong first. Hurry up and have him release Moritz. Our Wilson family rules are not to be taken lightly.”

Leonard glanced at Donald, shivered, and dared not speak.

He could only look at Jennifer, speaking softly. “Jenny, after all, this is Wilson Village. Please, give your father some respect.”

Jennifer was never interested in this so-called Wilson Village. to begin with. Had she known about the numerous ridiculous rules here, she would have never come.

Upon hearing Leonard speak to her in this manner, Jennifer scoffed and responded, “All right. We can let him go, but we can't just stand here and take a beating. If he dares to lay a hand on us again, we will definitely fight back.”

Hearing Jennifer saying that, the Wilson family members all burst into an uproar again.

“You were the first to be rude, so it's only right that Moritz disciplined you. As the younger generation of the Wilson family, can't you take a beating?”

“Friedrich, I think these two youngsters need a good lesson. Let's teach them one.”

After all, Montgomery was the respected elder of Wilson Village. He certainly deserved some respect.

Disciplining two youngsters wasn't a big deal, so when Friedrich heard everyone's request, he didn't say anything, tacitly approving their input.

Just as everyone was preparing to make a move on Donald, the latter suddenly stood up.

With a swift pull from Donald, Moritz, under the momentum of his capture, thudded down, his entire face pressed directly onto the dining table by Donald.

Donald picked up the fork from the table and, without a word, jabbed it down forcefully.

Just moments ago, Moritz, who had been screaming in pain, was now as if he had been hit with a paralyzing spell, suddenly not daring to make a sound.

Everyone was watching Donald without blinking an eye.

Could this kid be planning to stab Moritz to death with these forks?

Donald looked at Friedrich and said, “It's just a meal we're having. Where are all these unnecessary rules coming from? If Mr. Montgomery is praying, you all are praying too. Fine, you all are religious, and I can't control that. But my wife and I, we're not. We prefer to start with some hot food before praying. That's not too much to ask, is it?”

When Donald posed that question, no one dared to answer.

If we were to say now that it wasn't a big deal, wouldn't that imply that we are the ones in the wrong?

“Don't worry about me! I refuse to believe this brat really has the guts to make a move!”

“Brat, if you have the guts, kill me with this fork today! Otherwise, you're nothing but a son of a b*tch!”