Supreme Heir Son-in-law

Chapter 888: Earth-Shattering Drama

"Just because I’m your elder, and your father has passed away, I have the right to discipline you on his behalf," the old drunkard said, looking at the man’s face.

Should we call these two sworn enemies? They both knew exactly where to strike to cause the most pain. The man, who had just been so arrogant and provocative towards the old drunkard, was now easily enraged by him, looking at the old drunkard with eyes almost ready to devour him.

"Shut up. A person like you has no right to talk about my dad. Don’t use your filthy mouth to speak of him. You’re not worthy at all, you home-wrecking mistress!" the man said viciously, staring at the old drunkard.

Hearing the man’s accusation, Xu Ke was thankful he hadn’t been drinking water; otherwise, he might have choked to death on it. Even so, it nearly made his breath shortcut.

Xu Ke’s gaze fell strangely upon the old drunkard. While male mistresses aren’t unheard of, he was seeing one of such magnitude for the first time.

The old drunkard felt the taunting gaze of Xu Ke falling upon himself, causing him to involuntarily frown.

"Watch your words! I don’t know what your father told you before he died, but my wife and I fell in love freely. When we got together, we were both single. But it was your father who often harassed my wife back then. If anyone between us must bear the infamy of being a male mistress, it would be your father. This label has nothing to do with me," the old drunkard said, frowning.

"What’s wrong? Now you dare not admit what you’ve done? You only dare say such things because my father is dead and cannot refute you. Would you dare to rebut him like this if he were still alive? Even if he’s gone, don’t think you can throw this dirty water on him. There are many elderly people in town, and those who remember those events are not in the minority. Would you dare to stand in front of them and say you didn’t come between my father and that bitch?" the man sneered, looking at the old drunkard with deep disgust.

The old drunkard frowned and retorted, "They don’t know the real truth."

"Oh, so the whole town is blind, and only you’re the enlightened one? Admit it, you’re both shameless, and that’s why you suited each other. You bear an undeniable responsibility for my father’s death. His blood is on your hands, and there’s a deep-seated enmity between us. Whatever I do to you is justified; you owe me. It’s only right if you end up childless and without descendants."

The man looked at the old drunkard with intense malice, as if his gaze was poisoned.

"Your father’s death was his own doing and had nothing to do with us. If you’re trying to pin this on us, you’re just as unreasonable as he was," the old drunkard said, with his face darkened. "And you’d better watch your mouth; I don’t like you slandering my wife. Everyone’s patience is limited. If you continue slandering my wife without evidence, don’t blame me for forgetting past kindnesses." The old drunkard spoke with a dark face.

"Oh! Don’t tell me that the reason you haven’t acted against me all these years is because you’ve been considering past kindnesses, and now you can’t hold back anymore and want to make a move against me,"

The man laughed as if he had heard the world’s biggest joke, clutching his stomach and laughing nonstop, tears almost streaming from his eyes, and causing the old drunkard’s frown to deepen even further.

The man’s laughter was far from pleasant, almost on par with a crow’s caw. Xu Ke felt his brow twitching from listening, wishing he could dislocate the man’s jaw to stop his irritating laughter.

Fortunately, just before Xu Ke could make a move, the man shut his mouth, ending the unpleasant laughter.

"Don’t be ridiculous. That bitch was someone my father took in. She ate my father’s food, drank my father’s water. My father earned money outside to support the family, while she managed the household. They even slept in the same room at night. Can you tell me there was nothing between them? A man and a woman sleeping in the same room—if I say there’s nothing between them, would you believe it? A man giving a woman all his hard-earned money—would you believe there’s nothing going on?"

The man looked at the old drunkard with eyes full of mockery and contempt.

"I don’t know if you believe it, but I certainly don’t believe there’s nothing between them. You say you were sneaking around behind my father’s back—that’s one thing. But why let my father find out? It was seeing that which gave him a stroke! That bitch was heartless. Back then, she was starving and homeless. My father took pity on her and sheltered her, gave her a home and trust. And how did she repay him? She took advantage of his stroke to run off with you and took all the money, leaving my father unable to afford treatment and leading to his untimely death!"

By this point, the man’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the old drunkard as if he wanted to tear him apart.

In the face of the man’s accusations, the old drunkard silently tightened his frown, as if it were a mountain.

"No matter whether you believe it or not, I have to tell you that events weren’t like that at all. Yes, your father did save her, no one can deny that. But they never got their marriage certificate, and although your father initially saved her with good intentions, in the end, his motivations changed. They weren’t living together of her own free will; it was your father who forced her."

The old drunkard seemed to recall some unpleasant memories, its frown never relaxing, "You have no idea what she endured to stay at your house. As for your claim that your father gave her money, that’s a joke. When she left with me, she didn’t have a penny on her. Your father’s inability to pay for his treatment wasn’t because she took the money, but because your father gambled all his money away. There was nothing left to spend."

"As for the matter of your father’s stroke, I can’t deny it. Yes, he did collapse and have a stroke when he saw us together. It’s precisely for this reason that, over the years, no matter what you’ve done, my wife and I have never pursued any retribution against both of you. Over these many years, your actions have almost exhausted our patience. Even though your father’s stroke partially lies on us, with all that’s happened through the years, haven’t we paid enough?"

"Stop making excuses, I don’t believe a word you say. You have zero credibility with me. You say you’ve been lenient with me—who asked for it? If you have the guts, come at me. Do you think I’m still that little kid from back then, powerless to resist you? Go ahead, don’t hold back. I’ve been waiting for this."

The man looked at the old drunkard, laughing coldly.