Sophia was so angry that she couldn’t help but laugh. How should my grandfather help them when he himself is dirt poor? How dare this son of a b*tch complain about it now? Lifting her hand, she pointed outside the yard. “Get the f*ck out of here.”
That was one of the worst things she had ever said to someone else. Even back when she fought with Matilda, she never said something as vicious, but Walter had crossed a line. She had to admit that the man who gave birth to her but never put in any effort in raising her was pure scum.
There was a moment’s pause before his countenance shifted drastically. Even though he had been acting the part of a gentleman, he finally lost it after Sophia cursed at him in the face of the other villagers. Despite always being a shameless b*stard, the fact that he was being treated with such contempt by his own daughter triggered his fragile ego. With a grim look on his face, he raised his voice all of a sudden. “Watch your mouth, you b*tch!”
Standing at the side, the other villagers had been irked by his words, but they didn’t interfere due to Sophia’s presence. Now that Walter started hurling insults at her, they flocked over to her as they could no longer sit by idly.
“Why are you shouting? How dare you even do that! If she is telling you to get the f*ck out of here, you do as she says!” a man said. Spitting at Walter, the villager went on, “You’re such a prick!”
“Yeah, I wonder why did you have the audacity to even come here! If I were you, instead of living on like this, I would rather drown myself in my own piss!”
“Walter, you should leave for good. You’ve outstayed your welcome,” an old man said languidly while wearing a look of resignation. “You had left for such a long time, so you shouldn’t have come back at all.”
In the meantime, the commotion finally got John’s attention. He looked out from the window while in the house before he came rushing toward Sophia.
Despite her petite figure, Sophia had a commandeering air about her when she stood upright. With a stern and aloof expression, she told Walter, “Walter Gwendolyn, I hereby declare that I will never acknowledge you nor your ex-wife as my parents. I don’t care what your plans are, but you will never get anything from me.”
Begrudgingly, Walter pointed a finger at Sophia. “I should’ve strangled you to death when you were born, you b*tch! You will receive your retribution for doing this to us!”
John took a step forward before grabbing hold of Walter’s finger that was pointing at Sophia. Without using much force, he managed to break the finger. It made a faint but crisp sound, which was followed by Walter’s wails of pain. “Argh! Murder! This is murder! Somebody help me!”
Despite the crowd gathered around him, none stepped in to help. Instead, they simply stood aside to watch aloofly. John wore a morose look on his face while saying, “I chose not to go after you as you are Sophia’s biological father, but it doesn’t mean you can do as you please. Be warned; you should stay away from Sophia. If you ever come close to her, you might end up losing the rest of your fingers.”
Grasping onto his broken finger, Walter hissed in pain while glaring at John, but he dared not insult the latter despite his anger. He already caught wind of the fact that John would be funding the paving of the roads, and he knew for certain that an astronomical amount of money would be required to pave such a long road. Other than that, he also did a background check on John, only to find that he hailed from an exceptionally prestigious family.
With how rich he was, John could absolutely get away with anything, so Walter dared not butt heads with him directly. Thus, he turned to leave after glaring at the people around him. In the end, the commotion wound up ruining the jolly atmosphere.
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