Love At The Wrong Table

He then shoved Henrietta aside and jabbed a finger at Roselynen ge he

continued. “Men have been the head of families for thousands of years:

young woman like you has no right to say such things: Now that your

father is no longer around, you need to treat your uncie like your own

father: Refusing to help him makes you an unfilial child!”

Roselynn was so mad at them that she nearly exploded with anger

What year are these two living in Why would anyone still think like this? 8

is precisely because of this mindset that uncle Emerson ended up the way

he did Granddad has always treated Mom as a source of money for

Uncle Emerson, but he ignored all of uncle timersions misdeeds. This

patriarchal nonsense is the root cause of at these problemgr

“Alessandra, you’d better have your children hand over the eighty

thousand as soon as possible! Your brother can’t wait much longer

really don’t have the money, then sell your house or something”

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He had raised his son for forty–four years, so he absolutely refused to let

his son die.

As such, he was determined to get the money through any means

necessary.

“Exactly! Men are the ones who call the shots at home! Hurry up and pay

us the money so we can save my dad!” Jamison added with his hands on

his hips.

Because he had been bullied a lot out there, nobody took him seriously. As

such, the feeling of being in power at home felt amazing, and he took

great pride in being a man.

Alessandra quickly bent over to help Roselynn up.

The latter was so mad that she wanted to call the police on them.

“Women are incredibly capable too! Who says men are the only ones who

call the shots at home? If that’s the case, then I’m the man of this house!”

someone shouted angrily from outside the door.

“Manny!”

Alessandra breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Emmanuel’s voice.

Roselynn, too, regained her confidence when she saw that Emmanuel had

returned. As domineering as she might be, she was still at a disadvantage

if things were to get physical.

With Emmanuel by their side, however, things would be very different.

Sure enough, Jamison, who was acting all smug just a moment ago,

quickly stepped aside the moment he saw Emmanuel. “Hi, Emmanuel!”

Although Jamison was much larger in size, the aura he exuded was far

weaker than that of Emmanuel’s. After all, Emmanuel was a former soldier

who had survived the battlefield.

When faced with someone more powerful than he was, Jamison couldn’t

help but expose his cowardly nature for all to see.

“You dare lay your filthy hands on my sister?” Emmanuel asked. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

His icy–cold gaze alone was enough to make Jamison tremble in fear.

“I-I–I didn’t! Hear me out, Emmanuel! I just got a little agitated, that’s all! I

didn’t mean to hurt Roselynn!” Jamison stammered nervously, but

Emmanuel ignored him and stepped forward.

Jamison was so scared that he tripped while backing away and fell to the

floor. ~

Hermann stepped forward and yelled angrily, “What are you doing,

Emmanuel? Are you trying to bully Jamison, huh? You want to fight, tough

guy? Come on, then! Hit me!”

Of course, Emmanuel wasn’t about to hit an old man like Hermann.

“Calm down, Manny! Let’s just focus on resolving this problem! Your uncle

says he needs the money within three days, or they’ll…”

Alessandra was panicking so much that she couldn’t bring herself to

complete that sentence.

Emerson may be a total loser, but he is still my brother!

“Relax, Mom! I’m not going to hit anyone. I came back to help solve the

problem,” Emmanuel reassured her before turning to face Hermann.