Chapter 879

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"Well, look at this. Are these your college friends? From Lumina? No wonder they talk like city folk. I can't believe a broke loser like you actually has friends willing to stick up for him. Unbelievable..."

Fabian's brow tightened. "Jay, enough talk. Let's just rough them all up.

"You got it, bro!"

Just then, Mr. Smith limped out of the house, holding... a meat cleaver.

"Don't you touch these kids! Or I swear I'll take you down with me!" Mr. Smith's face was flushed, veins bulging on his neck, a desperate, cornered madness in his eyes.

As the saying goes, a desperate man has nothing to lose.

An ordinary man who had always swallowed his pride and never fought back was now holding a cleaver, ready to die with his enemies.

The Moore brothers were taken aback.

When they came to their senses, they exchanged a glance, both seeing the fear in each other's eyes.

Fabian stammered, "F-fine, we'll let you off for today. But I'll be back tomorrow with the contract, and then-you'll sign it whether you want to or not!"

With that, he signaled to Jay, and they turned and fled.

Damn it, that old man had lost his mind!

After they left-

Clang!

Clatter!

The cleaver fell from Mr. Smith's trembling hand, and the shovel slipped from Carlson's grasp, both hitting the concrete floor with a sharp noise.

Mr. Smith's legs gave out, and Carlson quickly moved to support him.

Standing nearby, Scales noticed Carlson's forehead was covered in sweat, which trickled down his neck and soaked the collar of his shirt.

...

That night, Roseanne, Mamie, and Scales stayed at Carlson's house.

Mr. Smith prepared dinner and invited them to the table.

The rice was freshly steamed, and the dishes were all made to order.

A simple but hearty meal of meat, vegetables, and soup.

"Please, eat. Don't be shy!"

"Thank you, sir."

Mamie was starving and wolfed down two full bowls of rice.

Even Scales ate a surprising amount.

Roseanne noticed that Mr. Smith and Carlson barely touched the meat dishes.

While the others were still eating, Mr. Smith quickly finished his food and got up to feed his wife and give her medicine.

After Ms. Smith had eaten, she didn't

lie back down as she had that afternoon. Instead, leaning on her. husband for support she came out, of her room to greet Roseanne and the others.

She had even changed her clothes and combed her hair. She seemed a

bit shy while speaking, nervously.

Smoothin

the collar of her shirt

several times as if trying to on out

non-existent wrinkles.

She was careful and chose her words cautiously, clearly afraid of embarrassing her

son.

Roseanne said warmly, "Thank you, ma'am. The food was delicious. Your husband is an amazing cook!"

Ms. Smith couldn't help but smile. He trained as a chef once... I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Please, eat more! If there's not enough, I'll have him make more!"

Mamie put down her bowl and chopsticks, letting out a small burp. Hearing this, she quickly waved her hands. No, no, we're all full!"

"Please don't hold back..."

"We're not! We're really full!"

After chatting for a few minutes, Ms. Smith seemed to be in better spirits. "Honey, go turn on the TV and give the remote to the kids. Let them watch whatever they want."

"It's so late, you all should just stay here tonight. Gail can come sleep with me and your father. Roseanne and Mamie, you two girls can have Gail's room Scales I'm afraid you have to share with Carlson."

"Okay. Thank you, ma'am."

"Don't thank me. I should be thanking you for coming all this way to see Carlson, and for almost getting hurt today..." At this, Ms. Smith couldn't help but sigh.

The bruises on her back and legs had yet to fade.

When she heard the argument outside earlier, she had tried to get up but had rolled right off the bed.

"Tomorrow morning, Carlson, you walk them to the village entrance. Ask Jean to give them a ride to town in his truck."