Chapter 22

What a little girl who only gets up early when there's profit to be made...

If I hadn't promised to teach her martial arts, I probably wouldn't have known when I'd finally hear that title of "brother-in-law."

However, Alan Yager was quite pleased with Rita Klein's decision to pursue fame at the expense of her family's reputation.

So Bethel Klein was just aloof on the surface!

"So tonight, I'll go pick you up from work."

It was clear she had anticipated Bethel Klein's shocked expression when she saw her appear at the entrance of the Klein Family Group after work.

Alan Yegel chuckled inwardly.

Just then, my phone suddenly rang.

When I checked the call log, it turned out to be William Evans calling.

Did something happen at the Nighttime Bar?

With a skeptical attitude, Alan Yegel pressed the call button.

Then, from the other end of the phone, came William Evans's anxious voice.

The boss is in serious trouble. Sally Hill, who performed at our bar last night, is now crying her heart out in the lounge.

"You couldn't have forced it on me last night, could you?"

Come here immediately; otherwise, someone could die!

“ Ha ？”

When Alan Yager heard William Evans's words, three question marks immediately appeared on his forehead.

The tyrant insists on taking action, resulting in casualties? Please tell me I didn't do anything yesterday, okay?

Although he thought this way, Alan Yegel still feared that Sally Hill might misunderstand him and cause unnecessary trouble.

As soon as we got in the car, we headed straight towards Night Color Bar.

When I arrived at Alan Yeger's bar, I didn't engage in much conversation with William Evans and went straight to the lounge.

I saw that Sally Hill had already taken a fruit knife and was about to cut her wrist.

At this sight, Alan Yager's entire figure cast a trail of shadows and rushed straight toward Sally Hill.

He extended both hands and firmly gripped the blade of the fruit knife.

"Miss, please spare the person under the blade!"

Sally Hill's face originally wore a look of utter despair.

The moment Alan Yager appeared, it was as if a dormant volcano had erupted.

You beast... I was actually somewhat grateful to you for saving me from that bald man's hands.

"But I never expected you to take advantage of someone's distress!"

When Alan Yager heard what Sarah Hill said, he was completely confused.

What do you mean by "taking advantage of someone's weakness"? Last night, we had a completely innocent relationship between us as a couple—was that okay?

It was fortunate Alan Yegel didn't say those words. The moment he did, Sally Hill reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on—she instantly flew into a rage.

This is a romantic relationship between men and women—what's there to talk about purity or impurity?

Look, this is the proof of your crime!

When he heard Sally Hill finish speaking, he pointed to a pool of blood on the bedsheet. Alan Yegel suddenly slapped his forehead, feeling that he was even more unjustly treated than Dou E.

Please, that's the blood you got from scratching your skin yesterday.

At this very moment, in Sally Hill's eyes, Alan Yager was either guilty or utterly unwilling to admit it.

Is that a neurological disorder? Self-scratching!

She wouldn't listen to a single word from Alan Yager or Sally Hillchy.

On the contrary, the numerous red bloodstains on his body are even more conclusive evidence that he is a pervert.

Without knowing where he got the strength from, he released the fruit knife and pushed Alan Yager aside with a single motion.

You damn bastard! You already have a wife, yet you're still looking for another woman.

But finding your mistress was one thing; why did you even come to cause me trouble?

"A bad guy!"

The final two words of abuse finally escaped from Sally Hill's mouth.

The little beauty could no longer hold back her emotions; tears streamed down her cheeks. Clutching her delicate face, she rushed out of the lounge.

As Sally Hill turned away to cover her face, Alan Yager stood in the bar, exchanging glances with William Evans.

"Boss, I've known that girl Sally Hill for quite some time already!"

It's because my family's financial situation is tight that I came to perform regularly at our Night Color Bar.

If you really have something serious to do with that person and don't want to break ties with your sister-in-law, then find another way to raise some money and hire someone to handle it!

At William Evans's bold remarks, Alan Yegel raised an eyebrow in shock.

"Come on! George, do you even know what you're saying?"

"Young master, I already have a wife. Just pay me to marry her—do you really think it's as simple as saying' marry'? Where has all the training you received in the military gone?"

Just because of your mindset, you're now making me walk fifty kilometers around the pedestrian street! You damn scumbag!

At this very moment, William Evans finally understood what it means to meddle in others' affairs—and what a complete waste of time that was.

I merely offered a well-intentioned suggestion to Alan Yager, and now I'm facing a penalty of running fifty kilometers.

Who exactly did you offend?

At that moment, William Evans opened his mouth but said nothing.

Who even deserves to be thanked for Alan Yager's life-saving act towards his own mother? If he wants to leave, then let him go!

William Evans ran out of the bar, and Alan Yager followed him.

However, he employed his exceptional tracking skills to follow Sally Hill closely throughout the entire journey.

Although he had made his point very clear to Sally Hill, he didn't expect her to be so stubborn.

To prevent Sally Hill from taking another life on the road, it's best to simply escort her home discreetly.

Throughout the entire journey, Sally Hill seemed like a walking corpse.

Our family is already in dire straits, and now our otherwise impeccable reputation has been ruined by that despicable scoundrel, Alan Yeger.

As if the sky, which was already quite dim, had grown even darker and more lifeless.

Sally Hill didn't even know what the point was of dragging her own body home.

But she still wanted to go back, just to take one last look at her pitiful old mother.

Sally Hill lives in an old slum area of Seattle.

As soon as I reached the entrance of the alley, I heard a lively and noisy conversation coming from the direction of my home.

"You wretched women—I've endured so much hardship to raise you both for all this time."

"What's wrong with me moving into this house now?"

Upon hearing these words, Sally Hill's body trembled.

This is my stepfather's voice.

He must have lost money gambling somewhere out there and is now coming home to cause trouble again.

Realizing that Sally Hill was walking faster, she hurried back to her doorstep.

Sure enough, I saw a middle-aged man with gray hair and disheveled attire standing before my mother, pointing and commenting at her.

Seeing tears streaming down her mother's aged face, weathered by years of hardship, Sarah Hill immediately pulled her aside and stood beside her.

You've spent all our savings on gambling. What else do you want?

When he saw Sally Hill suddenly appear, Wang Dekai was initially taken aback.

Then he gave a lewd smile to Sarah Hill.

"Hey! My precious daughter is back!"

How about it? While performing at bars these past few days, have you met any wealthy big bosses?

My father and I are having financial difficulties these days. Could you please lend us some money to cover the expenses for a while?

In fact, this wasn't the first time he'd asked himself for money.

Now that she saw her stepfather using the same old trick again, Sally Hill immediately cried out in alarm.

"You're not my father—why should I even give you money?"

At Sally Hill's remark, Wang Dekai simply responded with a "Hey."

I may not be your biological father, but a foster father is better than a biological one. What's wrong with asking you for some money?

It's you who should show me filial piety!