My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Let Go

Yoshua was covered in wounds, and there were several bruises on his handsome face.

He could not speak, but the hatred and sharpness in his eyes stubbornly remained.

"Oh, you're still not sati sfied?" Timothy kicked him twice and said with a cheeky smile, "There's no point in feeling that way, though. It's your fault for offending me. I can let go of the fact that you said you wanted to ruin my mother and stepfather's wedding, but you even intended to throw me out. You were digging your own grave!"

An hour and a half ago...

Yoshua rushed to the hotel and stopped Howard and Victoria, who were both dressed up. With a cold face, he told Howard that he could get remarried If he wanted to, but Timothy wasn't allowed to enter the Jules family. That wasn't an unreasonable request.

Timothy was not a child. He was already a young man in his twenties who could live a peaceful life. How could he become a part of the family just because his mother had married into the Jules family? However, not only was Howard willing to accept Timothy, but he also wanted to register Timothy as an official part of the family.

What did that mean? It meant that Timothy could share all the assets of the Jules family.

What Yoshua found the hardest to accept was that Howard could ignore his own daughter and not care about her, yet he was so caring and protective over an outsider.

How ridiculous.

Yoshua just wanted to seek justice for his sister.

However, he underestimated Howard's cruelty and overestimated their father-son relationship.

With his wife quietly sobbing in the background, Howard raised his hand and gave Yoshua a slap. Then, he asked his bodyguards to tie up Yoshua's feet and throw him into the most remote utility room in the hotel.

He also told Timothy to watch over him and that he couldn't let Yoshua escape no matter what.

Howard did this to tell everyone that he was determined to take Timothy in as his son.

What a joke.

Yoshua's eyes were icy, and his heart was full of desolation.

With that slap, the last shreds of their already strained father-son relationship had disappeared completely.

Yoshua closed his eyes. When he opened them again, there was only indifference in his gaze.

"Your bones are quite tough. Why don't I give you two more kicks?" Timothy circled around Yoshua with a

6 grin. He wanted to kick him a few times to relieve his anger, but he saw something hidden in

Yoshua's pocket.

Yoshua noticed what he was going to do and kept struggling with his tied hands.

"Give that to me!"

Timothy chuckled and snatched it away.

Let Go

It was a brocade box.

There was a beautiful pink bow knot on it. Obviously, it was a gift for a girl.

Yoshua was angry. He spat out the rag in his mouth with difficulty and coldly warned, "You'd better give that back to me, or I'll kill you!"

"I won't. Bite me if you can!" Timothy twisted his waist and opened the brocade box.

Inside lay a watch, which was decorated with diamonds. It looked beautiful and expensive.

"This is some good stuff!" Timothy was worried that he didn't have something to pick up girls. Seeing this, he was extremely excited and immediately put the watch into his pocket. It was obvious that he wanted to keep it for himself. Yoshua's eyes were bloodshot, and a cracking sound was heard as his fists clenched.

This was the watch that he had specially commissioned. He was going to give it to Lucille when he returned home!

He could take a beating, but he couldn't allow someone to touch the gift he had prepared for his sister.

Anger churned in Yoshua's heart. Relying on the burst of adrenaline, he struggled out of the rope, even though his wrist was worn out and bleeding.

By the time Timothy noticed, Yoshua had already untied the knot around his feet and was striding toward

him!

Timothy was so scared that he shrank a little. He immediately shouted to the bodyguard outside the door, "Someone, catch him! Hold him down! Don't let him come over!" Bang!