Chapter 4 Ivy Is My Wife

• Harry Jones held a toothpick in his mouth and, seeing the mother and daughter hugging each other, he sneered, "What? Complaining about me to your beloved daughter again?"
• Hearing his words, Mrs. Jones shivered instinctively.
• Ivy lightly patted her mother's hand, signaling her not to be afraid.
• She coldly looked at Mr. Jones, "Why are you back?"
• "This is my home. Why can't I come back?" Mr. Jones sat on the chair across from them, swaying his legs, looking disdainfully at Ivy. "As for you, you're just a money-losing deal. Why did you come back? No wonder my luck has been so bad these days. It turns out it's because of you!"
• After finishing his words, he casually spat out the toothpick to the ground and extended his hand toward Ivy.
• Ivy frowned. Her mother said he was on a business trip before... it seems he spent these days gambling in secret and only returned after losing.
• It was the same when she was a child. Every time he went out to gamble, if he won, it was fine, but if he lost, he would come home and beat her mother.
• Thinking of this, she felt even more disgusted by the father in front of her.
• "What are you still doing? Give me the money!" Mr. Jones urged, cursing loudly. "You jinx, ever since you were born, my luck has never been good! I thought you could marry into a wealthy family and would bring prosperity, but who knew you would mess it up!"
• "Shut up!"
• Facing this biological father, Ivy felt nothing but disgust.
• "What?" Mr. Jones sneered, "Do you want to hit me?"
• "I'm not like you. Only cowards hit women and children." Ivy sneered, recalling the pain he inflicted on her and her mother since childhood. Her eyes deepened with hatred.
• "But haven't you experienced what I did to you before?" he retorted.
• "Today, I'll beat you to death!" Full of new and old grievances, Mr. Jones grabbed the slippers from the floor and swung them towards Ivy.
• Ivy quickly moved her mother to the left to avoid it, but Mr. Jones unsteady on his feet, stumbled into the sofa, missing his target.
• He then picked up the broom next to him, shaking with anger. "Why are you dodging? How dare?"
• "Please don't do this. If you want to hit someone, hit me." Mrs. Jones stood in front of Ivy, looking at Mr. Jones with a pleading expression. "She's your daughter! If you want to hit someone, hit me. I'll stand still and let you vent your anger, alright?"
• "I'm going to kill you today!" Mr. Jones grabbed Mrs. Jones' wrist and cursed, "My parents said you haven't given them a thousand dollars for this month's living expenses. You're damn outrageous. I married you to have sons, to make you work for my parents. But damn it, you haven't done a thing! I might as well kill you!"
• Hearing this, Mrs. Jones' heart shattered. Choking back tears, she said, "You never gave me any money. A thousand dollars in monthly living expenses were all from the inheritance my parents left me. It's already spent last month, and I truly have no money now."
• "Then go sell something!" Mr. Jones, infuriated, said, "There are plenty of old men willing to pay for a woman like you. Sell yourself to a few of them, and you'll have not just a thousand, but thirty thousand a month!"
• "Shut up!" Ivy interrupted Mr. Jones' words with a stern voice.
• "Mom, don't ask him for money. He's not worth it!" Ivy comforted her mother, embracing her gently.
• "What?" Mr. Jones laughed sarcastically, "Are you trying to instigate our divorce again, you jinx? Today, I must beat you to death!"
• Saying this, he grabbed the broom and rushed towards them again.
• Ivy pulled her mother to the left, but instead of experiencing the anticipated pain, she was surprised to see that her father's violent hand had been grabbed by Shawn.
• Seated in the wheelchair, Shawn looked like an enraged beast, his eyes cold and fierce.
• "Ivy is my wife. You can't touch her!"
• Mr. Jones winced as he was grabbed by Shawn, almost in pain, but he quickly regained his composure and looked at the legs. "Ha, just a useless person who can't walk. What's there to be afraid of?"
• He struggled with all his might to break free from Shawn's grasp and angrily scolded, "You useless thing, what qualification do you have to lecture me?"
• Suddenly recalling what Shawn said earlier, he stared fiercely at Ivy, "He said you are his wife?"
• Mr. Jones was furious, "You had a perfectly good wealthy boyfriend, but you chose a disabled person who can't walk? I'll beat you to death today to save myself from embarrassment!"
• Saying that, he picked up the broom and swept it towards Ivy again.
• Shawn had astonishing strength; he grabbed the hem of his clothes from behind and pulled hard.
• Mr. Jones, unable to stand firmly, was thrown out and hit his waist on the coffee table.
• Mr. Jones was in pain, sweating coldly. He groaned, holding his waist and standing up. Shawn sat calmly in the wheelchair, his black eyes sharp, warning others to keep their distance.
• Regardless of the past, now that Ivy was married to him, she was his. Bullying her was an affront to Shawn's face, and he wouldn't tolerate it.
• Mr. Jones glared at him, wanting to approach and fight, but when he saw Shawn's strong and veined arms, his courage diminished, and he dared not be presumptuous.
• The man's thin lips slightly opened, eyes flashing with a dangerous light, "Why don't you leave now?"
• Mr. Jones puffed out his chest, "This is my house..."
• Shawn sneered, "Then let the police decide." Saying that he took out his phone to call the police.
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