Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1777

Hannah is so cute.

"Here's your snack." After digging around for a solid minute, Shanley finally found the chocolate. "Try it. Let's see if it's really good enough to make you forget you have a husband."

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Downstairs.

Everyone had taken their seats.

Amos spent the first few minutes fawning over Kent, practically burying him in flattery and excessive concern.

Mr. and Mrs. Ainsworth sat further down, their expressions tight, too afraid to utter a single word.

Their patriarch had personally come out to negotiate. Surely the Schwartz family would give them some face, right?

"You should come over more often. We haven't played chess in ages."

Kent laughed, appearing exceptionally friendly. "Oh, right. It's still early, how about we share a drink?"

"I recently got my hands on a phenomenal bottle. Supposedly, it's an incredible vintage."

Anyone with half a brain knew this was a polite cue for them to leave.

The Ainsworth family understood perfectly.

"No, thank you."

Amos waved his hand, forcing a smile. "My health hasn't been great these past few years. I've completely quit drinking."

"Thinking back to when we were young, fighting our way through the mud and the blood together, we were brothers who shared life and death..."

And with that, the real agenda had finally begun.

You had to hand it to them.

Educated people really knew how to spin a narrative.

"I don't know how much longer these old bones of mine are going to hold out."

Amos's face darkened, a profound sadness clouding his eyes. "Thank god I have my precious granddaughter by my side at all times."

"Having her around might just give me a few extra years to live."

"Dad, what are you talking about?"

Seeing her cue, Mrs. Ainsworth immediately picked up the act. "You're perfectly healthy! Don't say such unlucky things."

"Exactly, you're going to live a long, long life," Mr. Ainsworth quickly chimed in.

The family of three was practically on the verge of holding each other and weeping.

The moment she said this, the entire room went completely dead silent.

Amos was shell-shocked. Mr. Ainsworth was horrified.

Even Mrs. Ainsworth, who had been actively trying to squeeze out tears, suddenly found her eyes bone dry.

What did Hannah mean by that?

Was she cursing his father to die?

"Ahem." Snapping out of his daze, Amos instinctively looked at Kent, coughing forcefully. "Hannah must be joking with me, right?"

"Not at all." Hannah let out a cold laugh. "I don't have many virtues, but I do love telling the truth."

"If you don't appreciate the gesture, Amos, I won't force it."

Hannah's lips twitched upward. "Oh, right. I believe we have some plans this afternoon. Should we see you out?"

"I didn't realize that your wife was the one running the Schwartz household these days."

Amos stared intensely at Kent, his tone laced with heavy sarcasm, testing to see if Kent was truly completely whipped by his wife.

Bang!

The next second, Kent slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his face dangerously cold—