A Father And His Wolves
Chapter 50 You Cannot Bear the Wrath of the Wolf King

Sean's voice wasn't loud, but it stunned everyone.

Suddenly, they all looked in the same direction in surprise or disbelief. Sean was standing there, his face as cold as death!

He had guessed that his grandmothers and grandfathers might not be well off, but he had never imagined that it would come to this.

Even a couple of thugs and a bitch humiliated Gemma on the street!

Back then, the Wright family was one of the largest families on the South side of town. After their marriage to the Mason family in the Capital City, they were even more successful and powerful. His grandmother Gemma Wright and his grandfather Dean Wright, as the leaders of Wright family, were full of high spirits and lofty sentiments. They were met with bow and scrape by all. They had not suffered the slightest injustice.

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And it all happened because of Sean!

Sean got them in trouble!

At this point, Sean's anger was not hard to guess. His fist was clenched and his eyes were sharp as knives at Betty and those bullies. When his eyes fell on the shocked Gemma, he could not help but feel a little moist at the corner of his eyes.

"Sean?"

Gemma was the first to recognize Sean.

Five years later, after the baptism of war, Sean had changed a lot compared to five years ago. His skin was not as white as before, he was now bronzed. His figure was larger and stronger than before. And his face and features were much more mature and angular...

Still, Gemma recognized him at first sight.

"Grandma!"

Sean started walking, ignoring the surprised stares around him, and walked straight towards Gemma Wright. The tears, which had been spinning in his eyes, burst out with the call after five years. Men did not easily shed tears. Bu he was so sad.

"Sean, is it really you?"

Gemma's tears, which had just stopped, gushed out again. However, unlike before, it was sad tears, angry tears, helpless tears, wronged tears when she faced with Betty and bullies.

When Gemma saw Sean, the tears that came out of her eyes were tears of excitement, tears of surprise, tears of anticipation, and tears of happiness.

She tried again and again to wipe away her tears, but her eyes were blurred. She seemed afraid that in the blink of an eye, Sean would disappear. She was afraid that she was only imagining what she was seeing.

"Grandma, it's me."

Sean walked out of the crowd and nodded, "I'm back."

"Oh, my Sean!"

Gemma let out a cry, almost breaking down. She completely forgot about Betty and the gang and opened her arms to hug Sean.

However, Betty and the gang didn't forget why they came.

"Shut up and stop!"

After a moment's pause, Betty and the bully looked at each other. The punk raised his baseball bat right in front of Gemma, blocking her path.

Then he turned to look at Sean and asked, "What did you call this old lady?"

"Grandma?"

The hoodlum was a big deal in the suburbs and knew something about the Wright family's past.

So, when Sean called Gemma, he instantly connected to some people and things.

"Yes, it's him!"

Betty looked at Sean closely and snorted, "I've seen him from a distance once before. I know him. He is the grandchild of the old woman, the son of Nicola Wright, the Young Mr. Mason in the Capital City.

Wow!!!!

There was an uproar in the crowd after her words. There were exclamations, and the way they looked at Sean all changed.

"Unfortunately, that was before."

Then, in a change of heart, Betty said, "I heard this kid went to prison five years ago for rape, and he brought down the Wright family. His mother and his great-uncle died because of him, and the Wright family was destroyed..."

"Otherwise, how could this old woman come to live in the suburbs, rent my shop, and make a living by running a stall?"

"He's a disaster!"

Five years ago, someone as small as Betty Weber wouldn't have been able to meet Sean. Even when Sean and his mother visited Hilshire, she could only see them from a distance. And now, in her eyes, Sean was a total loser!

So, with her chin raised and her hands akimbo, she was not afraid to face Sean. Instead, she put on a high and mighty posture. The way she looked at Sean was full of contempt and disdain. This feeling was so good!

It was even better than when she was bullying and humiliating Gemma.

Could she be not happy that the great man she could only look up to had suddenly fallen from his pedestal one day and appeared miserably in front of her for her to tread on?

Her sense of superiority exploded. For Betty, who as a bully and liked to bully the weak and feared the strong, the difference in status and psychology made her feel good.

"Oh, the Young Mr. Mason, right?"

After identifying Sean, the punk grinned.

He looked as excited as Betty. His hands were itching.

Small ruffians like them could only bully the plain folk of the suburbs. When they met a big shot, they would get very wussy. Now they had a rare chance to run into someone like Sean, who used to be great but was now down and out. How could they be called hooligans if they didn't bully him and humiliate him???

"You're just in time."

The bully raised his right leg, put his foot on the table next to him and gestured to Sean, "Your grandma owes us $100,000, and I'm giving you two choices, or you pay the money for her."

"Or, slip through here, and if I'm pleased, maybe I'll show mercy and let you go, and let you reunite."

With that, he pointed to his crotch.

The other punks rushed up and surrounded Sean. Their meanings were obvious, "Now that you're here, you're going to do it today, no matter what.”☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐

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