Rise Of The Rejected Son-in-law

Kneel and apologize to my family

Violet’s cut in, “Phtui! Sandra, stop playing the victim. You have no right to parade that little bastard as family. If Anna pushed my son, she deserves to be taught a lesson even if she dies for it.”

Sandra’s body shook, “That’s enough, Violet! You’re being unreasonable. Is your son so precious and mine just a weed?”

Violet’s mouth twisted into a cruel smile. “Shut up,” she snapped. “How can your filthy daughter be compared to my son? He is the Lannister family’s treasure. Your child is the offspring of a madman. Maybe she’ll inherit his sickness. Sooner or later, she’ll leave you.”

Boom!

The word madman struck Ethan like a bell. Six years ago, to evade pursuit, Ethan disguised himself as a mentally ill and hid in a psychiatric hospital. That mentally ill person is none other himself.

Does that mean Anna is his daughter?

He shoved past the security guards and rushes toward Sandra.

“Sandra! Tell me, is she my daughter?”

Sandra looked up slowly, looking at Ethan in bewilderment her eyes slowly widening.

“You — you…”

Ethan didn’t let her breathe. “Yes,” he said, “It's me. Tell me, is she mine?

Violet’s shriek of outrage exploded. “Who let this beggar in? Get him out!” she cried, pointing a finger. "Wait a minute... Ethan?" Her tone changed as the name slid loose from her own lips. “That name sound familiar. Ethan you are that ill person Ethan Alistair, the lunatic?”

She clutched at Kelvin’s sleeve. “Dad! Grandpa! Everyone — come here! Sandra’s mad husband is back!”

“Tell me Sandra, is Anna my daughter? Don’t beat around it. Tell me now.” Ethan anxiously urges.

Sandra closes her eyes in pain, letting tears fall.

Is this an acknowledgement? Ethan's mind trembles profoundly.

"Haha, it is that madman! I didn't expect him to return after leaving six years ago. Good for them, their useless family is finally reunited"

"Grandpa, you see they are all crazy in this family. Letting them attend Olivier's birthday party is an insult to the Lannister family."

"Why couldn't you learn from her parent, Sandra? How wise of them to stay away and avoid ruining the day! Unlike you, Sandra, they know that nothing good can come from their attendance here."

"Haven't you suffered enough humiliation these past six years, Sandra? Did you have to let our friends and the family witness your disgraceful self again?

A group of people pointing fingers, mocking and insulting....

Sandra is angry, trembling all over. However, there was nothing she could say or do. She hugged her daughter tightly and wept. In these six years, she has become accustomed to these insults and humiliations. Ethan can't believe it, and if he didn't see it with his own eyes, who would believe that they are a family with Sandra?

Especially just now with Anna being beaten, cursed at and Sandra being slapped, unable to resist all in fronts of the guests of the Lannister family. What kind of madness must the Lannister family have behind closed doors? So reckless?

In these six years, how much injustice and torment have Sandra and her daughter endured?

Ethan dares not imagine! They called him, "Ethan the Phoenix", the commander of Iron fang Brigade, bathed in blood, and fought to protect a nation, yet ultimately failed to protect his wife and daughter....

How tragic is this?!

How Ironic?!

Self-blame, guilt, endless remorse. Along with it, a blazing anger ignited. Today, he would annihilate the Lannister family!

Everyone who had insulted his wife and daughter must die! These gangs and families would know who the real mafia boss.

Ethan’s voice cut through the courtyard like a blade. “Shut up!” he shouted. The air seemed to pull back; the laughter died mid-note. His bloodshot eyes swept the assembly and froze them.

For a second the Lannisters could only stare. Then, as if a cue had been given, Violet recovered her composure. This was the Lannisters’ ground; what had she to fear? To her and her circle he was still a worthless madman.

“Who does he think he is, ordering us like servants? If that… beggar makes my boy cry, I’ll have his whole family torn apart. I’ll see them buried before nightfall.”

Ethan’s hand curled into a fist, knuckles whitening. The urge behind his ribs throbbed like a trapped animal. He had to force himself to breathe, to drag that urge back down into bone and blood. It was like holding back a storm with bare hands.

He steadied himself, voice low and terrible in its calm. “For Sandra’s sake, for that Anna’s sake, I’ll give you one chance.” He stepped forward so that his tone could reach every ear.

“Kneel and apologize to my wife and Daughter.”