Finally, the old man shifted his gaze away and said in a loud voice, "Josiah, where did you get this wild girl from? Throw her out immediately! A mere child, yet she dares challenge me. She's asking a for a death wish."
I sneered and said disdainfully, "You keep speaking of yourself like you're a noble old man, don't you think that you're profaning the real saints of old? If something hadn't happened to my daughter here in your Saunders household, did you think that I would want to get involved with a family as measly as yours?"
"Bullsh*t!" The old man flew into a rage and swung his crutch at me.
"Master Saunders, how have you been?" A deep and loud voice sounded from the outside.
The old man frowned and looked at me. Josiah knitted his brows and turned around.
I guessed that Hendrix had arrived.
As expected.
Within a matter of seconds, Hendrix's tall figure had already stood right in front of me. He raised his hand to deflect the old man's raised crutch, then smiled elegantly and with decorum, he said, "Master Saunders, anyone who arrives at your door should be treated as guests. Even if your family doesn't welcome my wife, is it necessary to exert violence?"
Marvin Saunders' face darkened. He snorted coldly and looked at him. Pointing to me, he said, "This rude and disrespectful wild girl is your wife?"
Hendrix nodded with a smile on his face and said, "My grandfather personally chose her for me. How do you find her?"
"Hmph!" Marvin snorted disdainfully, "No wonder. How would that old man know how to pick a wife for their grandson? That's all there is."
Hendrix was not angered. He looked indifferently at Josiah and asked, "Where's my daughter?"
Josiah's face didn't look too well. Hesitantly, he said, "Yesterday, Anne said that she wanted to go for a stroll with Snowball, so I asked Aunt Betty to chaperone. It started to rain on the way back. Anne went missing when they were seeking shelter."
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