Son-In-Law Gets an Upgrade novel Chapter 961

Chapter 961 A Useless Brat 

Upon hearing the commotion from the kitchen, Kate, who was watching television while munching on some nuts, was vexed to the core. 

“What is that brat doing now? Why can’t he even wash a few plates? He’s really annoying me with all the noise!” Impatiently tossing the nuts onto the table, she stood up and stalked to the kitchen to see what exactly had happened. 

As the faucet had been left running, the water in the sink had overflowed and flooded the floor everywhere. 

The plates and bowls Stanley had just finished washing had all fallen to the floor and shattered into smithereens due to his accident. Meanwhile, Stanley himself was sprawled on the ground. It just so happened that his elbow hit a fragment of the shattered glass. 

Bright red blood gushed out of his arm unceasingly. With tears staining his face, he clute at the limb and gazed at Kate in anguish, whining in a choked voice, “My arm hurts ba Ms. Sutton.” 

Kate merely threw him a disdainful look. She did not bother to help him. 

up but gripe only asked you to wash some plates, but you can’t even do that much. You’re truly usel 

Brushing past him, she went to the basin and turned off the faucet. Without concerning herself with him, she went back out and watched television nonchalantly. 

The pain assailing Stanley’s arm paled in comparison to the distress within him. He wiped the tears off his face and struggled up from the floor. At the sight of the mess in the kitchen, he was at a total loss. 

“Ms. Sutton, my arm hurts badly. Can I not clean everything up?” He stared at Kate with red- rimmed eyes as though he would burst into tears in the next second. 

Glaring at him irritably, Kate barked, “What a useless brat! I have no idea why your mother gave birth to a piece of trash like you! You merely grazed your arm, no? How utterly lazy!” 

After saying that, she took out her phone and called a housekeeping agency, asking for a housekeeper. 

Shortly after, the doorbell rang. Shooting daggers at Stanley, Kate snarled, “Don’t you have any tact? Can’t you hear that someone is ringing the doorbell? Why are you still standing. around? Hurry up and open the door!” 

Stanley was just about to bandage the cut on his arm when she instructed him to open the door. Having no other choice, he could only put down the gauze in his hand and do as ordered. 

The housekeeper who came was a woman in her fifties or sixties. She was dressed plainly, appearing kindly and down-to-earth. Judging from that, she was likely a country dweller. 

No sooner had Stanley opened the door than the observant woman, Winona Wheeler, noticed the blood flowing from his arm. Crouching with concern written all over her face, she checked his injury and asked worriedly. “How did you injure your arm, little boy? Does it hurt? I’ll go in and help you bandage it right away!” 

At the stranger’s concern, Stanley, who had been forcing himself to stay strong, could no longer keep his tears at bay. He answered woefully, “It hurts. It hurts really badly!”