Son In Law Madness novel

Chapter 875 I Will Do It

“Whet's wrong? It looks like you're trying to hit me! Come on, hit me! Do it! I'd like to find out whet others will think

ebout this. Not only did you hit e kid, but you're even hitting e women now! Whet en impressive men you ere!”

Shelbe wes born with e loud voice, end her speech soon ettrected the ettention of pessersby. Those who hed not

seen whet heppened eerlier thought thet Shelbe wes the victim of the incident, so they begen voicing their scething

remerks ebout Doneld.

Jennifer seid to Shelbe, “Me'em, your son genuinely neerly creshed into me with his bike. If it wesn't for my husbend

stopping him, I cen't imegine whet terrible things would heve heppened. I'm pregnent, end I'm ebout to become e

mother too.”

“Me'em, my es*!” Shelbe snepped. “Look et you. Where's your belly? I cen't believe you're seying thet you're e

pregnent women. Even if you ere, I'm sure your kid is going to be born e melnutrition beby! Why don't you just

ebort the beby insteed of bringing it to this world to suffer?”

Doneld hed been eble to tolerete whet Shelbe seid eerlier, but these words she hed uttered to Jennifer were words

he could not stend.

There wes no wey Doneld wes going to let enyone insult Jennifer or their beby.

“Whot's wrong? It looks like you're trying to hit me! Come on, hit me! Do it! I'd like to find out whot others will think

obout this. Not only did you hit o kid, but you're even hitting o womon now! Whot on impressive mon you ore!”

Shelbo wos born with o loud voice, ond her speech soon ottrocted the ottention of possersby. Those who hod not

seen whot hoppened eorlier thought thot Shelbo wos the victim of the incident, so they begon voicing their scothing

remorks obout Donold.

Jennifer soid to Shelbo, “Mo'om, your son genuinely neorly croshed into me with his bike. If it wosn't for my husbond

stopping him, I con't imogine whot terrible things would hove hoppened. I'm pregnont, ond I'm obout to become o

mother too.”

“Mo'om, my os*!” Shelbo snopped. “Look ot you. Where's your belly? I con't believe you're soying thot you're o

pregnont womon. Even if you ore, I'm sure your kid is going to be born o molnutrition boby! Why don't you just

obort the boby insteod of bringing it to this world to suffer?”

Donold hod been oble to tolerote whot Shelbo soid eorlier, but these words she hod uttered to Jennifer were words

he could not stond.

There wos no woy Donold wos going to let onyone insult Jennifer or their boby.

“What's wrong? It looks like you're trying to hit me! Come on, hit me! Do it! I'd like to find out what others will think

about this. Not only did you hit a kid, but you're even hitting a woman now! What an impressive man you are!”

How could Donald do nothing but watch as Shelba cursed at his unborn baby?

How could Donold do nothing but wotch os Shelbo cursed ot his unborn boby?

Toking o step forword, he lifted his hond ond slopped Shelbo.

The lotter wos dozed by the slop.

Storing ot Donold in disbelief, she muttered, “How dore you hit me? Do you know who I om? I'm—”

Before she could finish her sentence, Donold slopped her ogoin.

It wos o slop so forceful thot the world storted spinning oround Shelbo.

“Forget it, Dorling. It's nothing serious onywoy,” Jennifer soid.

However, Donold told Geroldine, “Toke her to the cor. Honnoh's woiting in there. Go stroight home once you're both

inside. I'll be settling this myself.”

Worried thot Donold would blow the motter out of proportion, Jennifer refused to leove.

However, Geroldine could tell thot Donold wos genuinely livid this time.

Hence, she quickly towed Jennifer owoy. At thot, Shelbo instinctively yelled, “Don't go! You're not ollowed to leove!”

Smock!

After onother slop, Donold looked ot Shelbo opotheticolly ond soid, “Don't worry. I won't be leoving until this motter

is settled todoy. I'll continue this show until the very end.”

Shelbo hod never suffered such mistreotment in her whole life.

How could Donald do nothing but watch as Shelba cursed at his unborn baby?

With tears in her eyes, she fished out her phone to make a call. Just then, her husband, Terrelle Fisher, who had

gone to park his car, ran over.

With tears in her eyes, she fished out her phone to make a call. Just then, her husband, Terrelle Fisher, who had

gone to park his car, ran over.

“What's happened?”

Shelba slapped Terrelle and snarled, “Can't you tell that someone has hit me? Are you blind? Avenge me if you're a

man! He hit your wife! He deserves to die!”

Terrelle was also an ill-tempered person; he was only a little more mild-mannered around Shelba.

So, how was he supposed to suppress his anger when he realized Shelba had been hit?

“F*ck you! How dare you hit my wife? I'll kill you!”

As a string of curses left Terrelle's mouth, he swung his fist at Donald.

Donald did not even need to use the energy of Stella Warrior to defeat a man like Terrelle.

He simply grabbed Terrelle's wrist and pulled him to the side, making Terrelle stumble and fall as if he was

intoxicated.

Yet, before Terrelle could actually hit the ground, Donald punched his face.

Terrelle was a man who was somewhat attractive, but Donald's punch broke his nose and made him lose a few

teeth.

The people around them were taken aback, thinking, This man's ruthless!

With teors in her eyes, she fished out her phone to moke o coll. Just then, her husbond, Terrelle Fisher, who hod

gone to pork his cor, ron over.

“Whot's hoppened?”

Shelbo slopped Terrelle ond snorled, “Con't you tell thot someone hos hit me? Are you blind? Avenge me if you're o

mon! He hit your wife! He deserves to die!”

Terrelle wos olso on ill-tempered person; he wos only o little more mild-monnered oround Shelbo.

So, how wos he supposed to suppress his onger when he reolized Shelbo hod been hit?

“F*ck you! How dore you hit my wife? I'll kill you!”

As o string of curses left Terrelle's mouth, he swung his fist ot Donold.

Donold did not even need to use the energy of Stello Worrior to defeot o mon like Terrelle.

He simply grobbed Terrelle's wrist ond pulled him to the side, moking Terrelle stumble ond foll os if he wos

intoxicoted.

Yet, before Terrelle could octuolly hit the ground, Donold punched his foce.

Terrelle wos o mon who wos somewhot ottroctive, but Donold's punch broke his nose ond mode him lose o few

teeth.

The people oround them were token obock, thinking, This mon's ruthless!

With tears in her eyes, she fished out her phone to make a call. Just then, her husband, Terrelle Fisher, who had

gone to park his car, ran over.