My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess
Chapter 199

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.

They tried their best to make him and his mother homeless. They made sure that even if he had the talent and ability to do business,

Many Slaps to the Face

he wouldn't be able to find a job to make a living. Even if he became a waiter or washed plates, they would threaten his boss and make him fire Ronald.

In the end, the two of them had no choice but to sell food by the

roadside to make ends meet.

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Even so, the mistress' son often provoked them and made fun of

them.

One time, Ronald, who couldn't bear it anymore, made a mistake and pushed him down the steps, causing him to be paralyzed for the rest of his life.

Since then, the noblewoman would cause trouble for them every now and then as if she had gone mad. She had even spared no effort to hire gangsters to beat them up and humiliate them.

What was the use of begging?

If he didn't beg, at least he would regret it less.

Ronald straightened his back and stayed expressionless.

The woman sneered, "Ronald, do you know why I didn't send you to prison at the time? Because that would be the easy way out. I want to torture you bit by bit until you die! I want the two of you to be trampled under my feet for the rest of your lives so that you can never get back up." After that, the woman raised her well-maintained hands and

ordered the bodyguards, "Since he's so tough, go ahead and break one of his legs."

""Yes, ma'am!"

The group of bodyguards immediately walked toward Ronald.

He didn't move at all, remaining steady as a mountain.

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He did not resist, because resistance was futile. Despite that, he would never beg for mercy, even if it was just one sentence!

His mother, Zayla Morton, saw that these bodyguards were really going to take action, so she immediately stood in front of Ronald. Her face turned pale, and she anxiously and angrily exclaimed," You shouldn't have come back, Ronald. You really shouldn't have. Sob, sob..."

"Mom, I'm fine." Ronald pushed her away and comforted her. "Turn around. Don't look."

"No!"

Zayla shook her head desperately and stood in front of Ronald. Seeing that, the woman toyed with her nails while flashing a proud and contemptuous grin. "Oh, how touching. Don't hold back, then. Go ahead!" Punches rained down on him.

Ronald didn't make a single noise.

Zayla shouted, "Stop! All of you, stop!"

However, the four bodyguards only grew fiercer.

Zayla, who was trying to protect her son, let out a yell. Then she picked up a bench on the ground and threw it at one of the

bodyguards.

However, before the bench could hit anyone, she was sent flying by the bodyguards.

"Mom!"

Ronald's eyes watered in an instant.