Chapter ５８

Reuben Jones asked, "Is it serious?" Also, I wasn't struck.

Isidore smacked Reuben Jones's back on the head, pointing to his nose and swearing loudly. It's like taking the incorrect medication to be cranky early.

Annabelle Smith yelled, "Mom, don't reprimand him." I crashed yesterday night. I. Insurance is available.”

"You don't need insurance," Isidore yelled. Next year's insurance is costly. I won't pay?"

Impatiently, Reuben Jones remarked, "I'll pay next year's insurance premium."

Isidore grew angrier and smacked Reuben Jones again. Is that you, trash? You still argue...you dare fight back?!"

She didn't photograph Reuben Jones this time, but he moved his head, grabbed her hand, and said, "Mom, can you not touch my head from now on?" I want face.”

The shadows darkened as Isidore's visage transformed. "No! This rubbish is rebelling, and you struck someone, Reuben Jones. Your wife got abused, and you can't assist!