"Damn it, I'll beat you to death, you jerk." Hazel Lewis stared, without any hesitation, he hit Finn Lewis with a broom five or six times before he stopped, pointing the broom at Finn and asking, "Tell me where you've been lately."
"I didn't do anything. I just went out for work," Finn Lewis explained cautiously.
"Work, work, but you're unreachable, can't anyone contact you? Do you no longer need us or what? Just because you've earned some money doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. Tell me, what's the story with that Emma Lewis? And tell me, are you keeping another woman outside?" Hazel Lewis's face went bright red and then he stared and asked out loud.
Finn Lewis was a little dumbfounded. How could his old man know about Emma Lewis?
"Do you even call yourself a man?" Seeing Finn Lewis a little dumbfounded, Hazel Lewis couldn't help but picking up his broom and hitting Finn again.
