My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 281

Chapter 281 I Want To Be Your Wifey

Yorick begged, “Please, Jojo. Please let me off. I beg you-”

But as soon as he realized Johanna had no intention of letting him go, he grimaced and started raising his voice. “What nonsense is this? How dare you do this to your father! I brought you to this world! Without me, you’re nothing!”

“So what if I’d sold you to the club? That’s where you can make quick bucks within a short time. You’re my daughter, so it’s your duty to bring me money while you’re still young. No one would pay money to spend time with you ten years from now when you’re old and haggard like your mom!” he continued throwing a fit as if he had gone bonkers.

Steven, who was merely a young man in his thirties, was dumbfounded by the vicious remarks a father made about his daughter.

Johanna blanched at his words at first but pulled herself together. She aimed at two of Yorick’s fingers on his right hand and chopped them with the chopper.

Blood splattered all over Johanna’s face.

“Ah!” Yorick bellowed in pain, and his body twitched.

“You’re no longer my father since the day you sold me to the nightclub. You hear me?” Johanna then stuck the chopper between Yorick’s remaining fingers, causing the man to shudder in fear.

“If you dare do this to me again, I’ll send you to hell with my own hands!” Johanna threatened.

She got up, wiped the blood off her face, and said to Steven, “Release him, Steven. Let’s go.”

Genevieve went up and wrapped her arm around Johanna’s shoulder before giving her two pieces of tissues.

After wiping the bloodstain off her fingers, Johanna asked Genevieve, “Are you shocked to see what I did to my father? Do you now think of me as a cruel person?”

“Yeah, a little,” Genevieve said what was on her mind. “Just yesterday, you were crying-”

Genevieve did not expect Johanna to be so ruthless.

“I had no choice, Genev. Do you know people who gamble compulsively are worse than drug addicts? They would do anything to get their hands on money. Anything.” Johanna’s voice turned hoarse.

“When I was studying abroad, I’d seen all the crazy things gamblers did-” Johanna did not explain further. Perhaps, she had had a traumatizing experience dealing with them.

“I will be the one who suffers if I were to let him off. Just look at what my father did to me. He actually sold me to a nightclub. Can you believe it?”