The Convicted Son In Law

Reuben Jones was wiping the window. “Reuben Jones, first clean the window,” his mother-in-law Isidore said pretentiously.

“Mom, next time you let me wipe the window, can you choose a sunny day? It’s raining hard outside. .”

“Let you wipe it, just wipe it, there is so much nonsense, believe it or not, I will seal your mouth next time,” she smacked him. It's not clean, don't eat today!"

He hit Reuben Jones on the shoulder again after speaking.

“Why do you want to beat me?” sneered Reuben Jones' mother-in-law. Come on, smack me. If you dare to touch me, I won't hate you. Dare you if you win? You scum!

Reuben Jones badly wants to fight back. He's been a dog in the Smith household for years. Aside from work, he frequently lacks food due to returning home. in law.

After four years of marriage, he didn't even hold his wife's hand, claiming to be a son-in-law but really being a Smith family slave.

“Trash is trash; don't strike it. It's better to die than live like you! sneered my mother-in-law.

Reuben Jones bowed his head, tightened his hands, and remained silent.

“How many times have I told you not to bully him?”

Reuben Jones shook, lifted his head, and saw a lovely lady frowning slightly at the door.

Annabelle Smith, his gorgeous wife.

Annabelle Smith's eyes were cold and disappointed.

“Dignity? Ask him whether he has dignity. !”

Then Annabelle Smith responded, “Okay, Mom, tidy up and go downstairs.”

“Annabelle, is there truly another way?” her mother-in-law said quietly. I heard Alex is an ugly, overweight old man!”

When Reuben Jones heard this, he shivered and his ears perked up.

“This is the only way,” Annabelle Smith murmured, closing her eyes.

“You are not the only girl in the family, Fiona Smith, Bradley Smith is also quite beautiful!”

“Perhaps this is my life, ,” Annabelle Smith said, her eyes sad.

If you become a useful guy, you won't be permitted to do things like this, hey?

Annabelle Smith regarded Reuben Jones, who was wiping windows. Her disappointment became greater.

They were far away, believing Reuben Jones couldn't hear them, but he could. He lifted his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was racing! He want to tell Annabelle Smith loudly that he was not a waste, but the eldest son of the aristocratic Jones Family of Winiburg. The problem is he can't!