The Ninth Bride (Samantha and Finley) novel Chapter 284

Chapter 284 Don’t Marry a Wife Like Finley’s 

Chapter 284 Don’t Marry a Wife Like Finley’s 

In the end, it’s all Samantha’s fault. If not for her, none of this would have happened. 

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Stella winced in pain, clutching her injured hand as she responded to Jacob, “Of course, I know why we came here today. I was planning to go into the kitchen to cook for Dad, to make him happy. Then, you saw what happened. It was Finley’s new wife who provoked me first. 

“I just gave her a little push, yet she slashed my hand with a knife. Then, Finley almost strangled me to death. Tell me, between me and Finley’s new wife, who was in the wrong?” 

Jacob frowned. “Do you even need to ask? It was obviously you. What were you thinking, pushing that woman in the first place?” 

Stella shot back, “What were you thinking, asking about her name in the first place? Jacob, after all these years, you’re still the same. You better watch yourself, or I’ll deal with you.” 

Jacob sighed deeply. Marrying this shrew feels like a lifetime of bad luck. 

They then went back to their home. 

Garrison noticed Stella’s injury as soon as they entered. He put down his phone and rushed over in concern. “Mom, weren’t you visiting Grandpa? How did you get hurt?” 

Stella, still furious, collapsed onto the couch. “Don/t even get me started. It’s all because of that vixen wife Finley just married. I barely pushed her, and she cut my hand with a knife. The more I think about it, the angrier I get.” 

Even now, Stella refused to believe she was in the wrong. 

Upon hearing that his mother had been hurt by Finley’s new wife, Garrison showed a strange, unreadable expression. “Finley was at Grandpa’s house, too?” 

“Yes. man who never steps foot outside all year suddenly shows up. Who knows what he’s planning? Anyway, listen to me–when you marry, you better not bring home a wife like Finley’s. Otherwise, I might die from the stress.” 

After she finished speaking, she stood up to tend to her still–bleeding wound. Garrison helped her with the bandaging. 

At John’s house, Finley and Samantha were sitting with John, having just finished a meal. 

Finley asked coldly, “What trouble have those two caused lately?” 

John shook his head. “Who knows? It seems like my ungrateful son won’t rest until he drives me to my grave.” 

“If you don’t want to be stressed to death, you could always choose to keep them out of your home.” 

“We’ll see,” John muttered. 

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