Noble Husband At the Door

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?

"Father and Mother have something to settle today. That's why they sent me here to get you," Samuel

replied.

Ferdinand harrumphed coldly. "I heard that Yvonne is a manager now, but it seems like she's just as

haughty as before," Flora chipped in, tone dark. "Simply asking someone to pick us up. I think your little

sister doesn't think much of you anymore."

"Don’t tell me that you walked here to pick us up, Samuel Hannigan?" Steven asked.

"I drove here. Follow me." Samuel was speechless for a moment. God knew where this family got their

sense o f superiority from. They were almost as poor as church mice, yet the airs they put on rivaled

that of kings.

Steven's eyes lit up when they came before the Audi.

"You drove this car here?" he asked, surprised.

Ferdinand and Flora were slightly taken aback as well. Yvonne had not been manager for long, but she

already switched her car for a luxurious one! 1

"That’s right. Get in," Samuel said.

Steven was stunned for a moment, then he walked straight to the driver's side. "Give me the keys. I'll

drive," he told Samuel. "What right do you have to drive such a nice car?"

"Are you familiar with the roads here?" Samuel said resignedly.

"What does that matter to you? Stop talking nonsense and give me the keys," Steven said frostily.

"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

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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 NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

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.