Son-In-Law Gets an Upgrade novel Chapter 744

Chapter 744 The Impostor 

Sheryl blanched with fear, for she knew as well as anyone else the status and immense power the Jeffersons possessed. 

Like Caleb, she replayed the recent events in her mind, aghast at the thought that she had just threatened to kill the head of the Jefferson family, called his son a little rascal, and ordered the boy to lick her shoes. 

A chill ran down her spine. Not knowing what else to do, she crawled to Yann in desperation, pleading. “Help me. Darling! I swear I didn’t do it on purpose!” 

Slap! 

Yann smacked her face, roaring furiously, “I must have been out of my mind to marry an unreasonable woman like you and even madder to have fathered this useless son who’s good at nothing except messing around every day! Now, kneel before Mr. Jefferson and beg for his forgiveness, you two! Otherwise, you will no longer be part of the Simpson family!” 

Tears trickled down Sheryl’s face as she held her burning cheek in her hand. As the pampered daughter of the Little Family, she had always been treated like a princess. Being slapped by Yann was the last thing she had expected to happen to her. 

Her blood boiled as she recalled the grievances that happened within the same day-her feet being Stomped to a pulp earlier, followed by the brutal slap. 

Glaring at Yann, she snapped at him, “You useless son of a b*tch! Did you just hit me? I’m going to kill you!” 

With that said, she pounced on her husband, completely disregarding the fact that they were in the presence of the Jeffersons, and attacked him like a savage beast, pulling his hair and scratching his face at 

the same time. 

Dumbstruck, Flynn watched the ongoing scuffle blankly. “What’s gotten into you, Alex? Why would you stand here and watch these people fight? It’s your son’s birthday today!” 

With that, he took Stanley from Alex’s arms and carried him in his own. Tapping the child’s nose fondly, he teased, “Look, Stanley, your daddy doesn’t care about you anymore. Why don’t you let me become your new daddy?” 

“That’s not true! My daddy loves me very much!” Stanley retorted unhappily. 

“Huh! You ungrateful child! Didn’t you know it was I who prepared this whole party for you? Yet, you wouldn’t even accept me as your new daddy,” said Flynn, feigning displeasure. 

Stanley immediately pecked him on the cheek, answering in a sweet voice, “Thank you for the wonderful birthday party. I love it very much!” 

“You’d better have a good explanation for this, Flynno. How did this become a birthday party hosted by the head of the Jeffersons?” Alex inquired, frowning deeply. 

“Well, aren’t you a Jefferson yourself? Wording the invitation this way makes our party sound more prestigious, doesn’t it?” Flynn’s expression could not have been more nonchalant. 

“Nonsense!” Alex berated and then left to prepare Stanley’s birthday cake. He figured he could deal with the Simpsons after the birthday celebration ended. 

Left alone, the Simpsons continued fighting. 

“Mom, Dad, stop it. They’re all gone.” Caleb reminded his parents after a while. 

Only then did Sheryl realize Alex and the others had indeed left, so she loosened her grip on Yann’s hair. 

Staring at his parents contemptuously, Caleb chided, “Look at the state you’re both in! What an embarrassment to our family!” 

Yann attempted to straighten his disheveled clothes. A few bloody scratch marks had appeared on his cheeks, thanks to Sheryl, who had clawed at his face without holding back. 

He glared at her seethingly but said nothing. After all, she came from the Little family, which was a thousand times more powerful than his. 

At the same time, he could not believe his good-for-nothing son, who was the cause behind their misfortune, had the cheek to express disdain toward him. 

Giving him several tight slaps across the face, Yann roared at him, “You feckless rascal! I’m going to teach you a lesson when we get back!”