Chapter 129

Old Mr. Johnson stomped over, leaning heavily on his cane. Without a word, he raised it and whacked Mr. Johnson hard. Mr. Johnson, being a grown man, was totally humiliated by getting beaten up in front of the younger generation. His face flushed with embarrassment and frustration. "Dad, what are you doing? I'm not a kid anymore, how could you hit me with a stick?" He was flustered, clearly angry and ashamed. "You deserve every hit, you idiot! You're blind and heartless, dragging Liliana down with you. How on earth did I end up with a disgrace like you for a son?" Old Mr. Johnson showed no mercy, his strikes sharp and painful, making Mr. Johnson cower like a scolded dog. Right in front of Liliana, Old Mr. Johnson gave Mr. Johnson a harsh scolding, not holding back one bit. Off to the side, Marsha spun in place like an anxious ant on a hot pan. "Sis! Say something! You can't just stand there watching Dad take a beating!" Marsha was practically hopping in panic. Liliana looked at her ove