Noble Husband At the Door (Antonio) novel Chapter 59

After breakfast, Samuel sent Yvonne to the office. The general store was open for business, but there were clearly more customers going in and out of the place, and they did not look like your regular folk.

"What do you want to do now?" Samuel asked Manfred.

"Blake Coleman is dead. Someone has to clean up after the awful mess he left behind," Manfred replied.

Samuel nodded his head. It seemed that Manfred had decided to take up his old mantle again. This was good news because he could not rely on Johann's courage to accomplish great things. Now, he did not wish to invest any more time and energy into Johann.

"Tell me if you need anything," Samuel said.

Manfred's lips curled into a grin. "Blake Coleman is dead, yet the news has not caused a ruckus in Cloud City," he said. "You've helped enough. Instead, just tell me if you need anything."

"I’ll remember that. A true man will always keep his word," Samuel answered, smiling.

Manfred whipped out a cigarette and thrust it toward him. "You've been quiet for three years now. What are you planning?" he asked.

Samuel waved his hand. "I still have errands to attend to. I’m going off first,” he said.

Manfred flashed a rueful smile. "Any surprise that you will give me won't be small, will it?” he said to himself.

At noon, Samuel parked at a random street stall and ate there. The sight of an owner of an Audi eating on the roadside attracted plenty of attention. After he finished eating, he went to the station early.

For three years, they would visit Lydia's family once a year. Samuel was very familiar with Yvonne's uncle.

His name was Ferdinand John, a man who only knew how to talk and gossip. He always used other people’s stories to lavish praise on himself, and always dreamed, but took no action.

Samuel had even worse opinions toward his son, Steven John. It was one thing to be a despicable human, and another to be just like Ferdinand. He really did not have a lick of talent aside from boasting about himself.

Meanwhile, his wife, Flora John, was a real piece of work and was even meaner than her husband. Samuel still remembered a time when they had gone to their place two years ago. Steven had been talking about a girl he liked and asked Flora if he could get some money to take her on a date. The latter retorted by asking why he should spend his own money. The incident had completely skewed Samuel's perception of her since then.

As he had watched Flora systematically lecturing her son on the methods he could use to make the girl pay instead, Samuel had gained an immeasurable amount of amazement at this family of three.

Of course, Steven's crush did not work out, and Flora actually said that it was the girl who could not recognize a great guy.

At 3pm, Ferdinand and his family walked out of the station. Samuel walked forward to greet them.

Ferdinand was displeased when he saw that only Samuel was there. "Where's Lydia and Godfrey? Why didn’t they come get us themselves?” he asked.

Samuel wanted to puke in disgust. They were not those VIPs. Why did they need such a grand reception?

"Do you own this car? You didn’t buy this. What does it matter if my son drives it?" Ferdinand said.

"That's right. You’re just trying to feel food. Would Lydia let you drive such a nice car if you weren't picking us up?" Flora chimed in.

Samuel could not do anything but throw the keys at Steven. 1

Steven happily got into the car but made no move to drive. Instead, he whipped out his phone and took photos, sending them to his group chats.

His parents also clucked in amazement when they settled into the car. They kept exclaiming about how i

t felt different to sit in a luxury car.

Steven felt as though he had reached the peak of his life when he stepped on the accelerator. It was as if he was flying.

They arrived at the housing estate safely. However, Steven was not familiar with gauging the space when he tried to park. He rammed the car up the flowerbed, and the right side of the front bumper came away with a huge dent in it.

The family got down from the car and saw the damage, their faces immediately blanching. This was a very expensive car. Who knew how much money would have to be spent to repair it!

Flora glared at Steven. "How could you be so careless?" she said, gritting her teeth.