Chale Cheney was frightened, "Good heavens, Elder Cheney was having another of his fits."
Ever since they returned to Landon, Elder Cheney's temper had been getting worse day by day.
Why was that?
He had inexplicably become his punching bag several times.
If he had known it would be this way, he might as well have stayed in Lonton.
No, if he remained in Lonton, he would not have been able to see Jasy.
Such a dilemma!
"If you don't want me back, then so be it, after all, I was bought from a pet shop." Chale Cheney talked back to Sylvan Cheney.
"What did you say?"
"Dad, didn't you say you don't want this son of yours?"
"Chale Cheney, you're getting disobedient?"
"Uncle, goodbye."
"Damn it!" Sylvan Cheney, who usually prided himself on grace and steadiness, had cursed.
Sylvan Cheney, at this moment, was in a highly inflammable and explosive state, extremely dangerous.
