Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 66

The fatty was being beaten into a bloody pulp, and he still had no idea what was going on. All he knew

was that he could not dream about offending the young man before him.

Johann treated the young man with absolute reverence. This indicated that he was of an even higher

status than Johann.

However, from the fatty's eyes, he could never imagine the kind of person Samuel truly was.

Of course, he would also never imagine that the man before him was Cloud City's legendary good-for-

nothing trash who married into the Sues.

In the other room, Lydia was practically dancing on her feet, seeing that Samuel had not made an

appearance even after so much time had passed.

"Yvonne, I told you that you can't trust Samuel! He should have arrived by now even if he ordered a

cab. He’s probably hiding away at home and refusing to come out. How could you trust him?” Lydia

said.

"You're dragging all of us through the mud just because you trust in that good-for-nothing," Steven said

shamelessly. It was all his fault that they got into this conundrum, yet he was shoving the blame on

Yvonne and Samuel.

"Lydia, please think of something else," Flora's voice

rang out. "My son is badly injured. He needs to get to the hospital now!”

If Flora was not borrowing money from Lydia, she would have shrieked and caused a ruckus a long

time ago. She said in a somewhat cordial tone, "Lydia, we can't put all our hopes on Samuel. Whatever

it is, you're still a daughter-in-law of the Sues. If anything happens, the Sues will lose face too. You’d

better ask them for help instead."

Lydia shot her husband a glare. "Godfrey Sue, are you not going to call your mother?” she said coldly.

Godfrey heaved a sigh of resignation. He too, did not believe that Samuel could be trusted. He had to

try, at least.

"I’ll give it a shot."

Just as Godfrey took out his phone, the doors leading into the private room burst open.

They all thought that the fatty had come back. All their faces paled from the shock. Steven even hid

behind his mother.

It was not the fatty who came in, but Samuel. 1

Tears brimmed in Yvonne's eyes when she saw that it was her husband. He finally came. Of course he

would not let her down.

"Let’s go home," he said gently.

"Go home? That fatty's men are still keeping watch outside. You think you can walk out just like that

after coming in?” Steven said, sneering at Samuel.

Samuel did not even spare a glance at Steven. "Let's g o, Father, Mother," he said to Lydia and

Godfrey.

The old couple was confused. Was it really that easy? Could they just walk out like that?

While they were contemplating the appropriate course of action, Samuel and Yvonne had already

walked out of the private room. It seemed that nobody blocked their way, so Lydia and Godfrey

cautiously took a peep outside.

The fatty and his underlings were all kneeling on the ground. They goggled at the sight.

The fatty had been so brazen and arrogant earlier, and he did not give two hoots about the Sues. Why

was he kneeling!

Yvonne, too, could not comprehend the situation. Did her husband beat those men up?

"What’s going on, Samuel?" Yvonne asked.

Her husband stared at her blankly. "What do you mean what's going on?"

"W-why are they kneeling?"

"Uh... They probably slipped and fell on their knees. We'd better go back home quick," he said, his

eyes shifting suspiciously.

They slipped and fell?

No way someone's face would be that bruised and swelled after they slipped and fell. It was obvious

that they were beaten up.

Just as Yvonne was about to interrogate further, the fatty spoke in a quiet, terrified voice, "The

floorboard here is way too slippery. I fell by accident." 1

"See? He admitted that he slipped. Let's go," Samuel urged her.

Yvonne knew that was impossible, but she could not b e bothered to ask any further, seeing as how

Samuel refused to answer her. Perhaps, he spent a lot of money to seek Johann's help; he was afraid

that she would scold him for squandering the money, and that was probably why he did not want to

reveal the truth.