The Dead Useless Fisherman Returns as the Untouchable

Chapter 4: Audacious

Victoria’s mother, Martha, was the first to completely lose control. Her face turned bright red, veins bulging along her neck with uncontrollable fury. For fifteen years, she had ordered Andrew around like an unpaid servant, and hearing him demand compensation was an unbearable insult to her pride.

​“You insolent, worthless dock rat!” Martha shrieked, rushing forward. “How dare you speak to my daughter like that! How dare you demand a single penny from our family!”

​Losing her temper, she raised her hand to deliver a hard, stinging slap directly across his face.

​Smack!

​Andrew’s hand shot up like iron, catching her wrist firmly in midair inches from his cheek.

​The entire dining hall instantly fell dead silent. Martha gasped in shock, trying desperately to yank her arm back, but his grip was unyielding. Andrew stood motionless, his expression cold and carved from stone. Slowly and deliberately, he released her arm and pushed it down.

​“Do not raise your hand against me ever again, Martha,” Andrew warned, his voice dangerously low. “For fifteen long years, I remained silent for the sake of peace and the family. Do not make the fatal mistake of confusing my silence with weakness.”

​Julian, Victoria’s older brother, immediately stepped forward with clenched fists. “Hey! How dare you touch our mother, you filthy piece of trash! Who do you think you are putting your dirty hands on her?”

​Chloe sneered from across the table, backing up her brother. “Get the hell out of here, Andrew! You smell like the gutters you crawled out of! You’re disgusting, you’re an embarrassment, and nobody here wants to look at your pathetic face! Get out before the real guards drag you into the street like the garbage you are!”

​Marcus’s father, Richard Vance, slammed both hands down onto the table, his aristocratic face scowling with outrage.

​“Enough of this circus!” Richard boomed, stepping into the confrontation. “Young man, you are clearly out of your miserable mind. Do you have any idea who we are? The Vance family holds immense political and business influence throughout this entire province! You have committed illegal trespassing on private property, disrupted our son’s formal engagement banquet, and now you are openly attempting grand extortion against reputable citizens!”

​Eleanor Vance scoffed loudly, fanning herself with disgust. “A common vagrant trying to shake down high society. One single phone call from my husband to the chief commissioner, and you will spend the rest of your miserable life rotting in a dark prison cell. You have five seconds to turn around and run back to the slums, or we will ruin you permanently!”

​Andrew did not flinch, looking across at them with absolute indifference.

​“Influence? Extortion?” Andrew let out a cold, humorless laugh. “For fifteen years, every single one of you treated me like an unpaid servant. You ate the food I bought with the sweat of my brow, you lived comfortably while I bled on freezing fishing boats, and you treated me worse than dirt under your boots. Back then, when I silently carried your family’s burdens, I was just a harmless, obedient fool to you. But now that I have returned from the dead to demand what rightfully belongs to me, you suddenly view me as a terrifying threat?”

​He turned his piercing gaze straight toward Victoria.

​“Let us talk about the money, Victoria,” Andrew said coldly. “Let us talk about my missing savings. The account you emptied behind my back.”

​Victoria’s eyes darted frantically. “What... what are you talking about?”

​“Do not play dumb with me!” Andrew commanded. “Every single dime I painstakingly saved over fifteen years at the fishing docks. The bonuses, the overtime, the winter hauls—every spare cent I starved myself to save for Lily and Maya’s future! That morning before the crash, I trusted you with my whole heart. I gave you the account card, the passbook, and the security pin because I believed you were my wife and that you cared about the children. But the very second I was out of sight, you treated that money as if it were your personal property!”

​He took a measured step closer to her.

​“You drained every last cent from that account while I was dying! And now that the truth is laid bare—now that we all know those twins do not carry a single drop of my blood—you have no right to hold onto that fortune. I demand every single dollar returned to me immediately!”

​Victoria tried to wave it off defensively. “You’re talking nonsense! That was family money! You don't have any right to bring up old financial matters after vanishing into thin air! It’s completely irrelevant now!”

​“It is not irrelevant, and you know it,” Andrew answered firmly. “I have already traced the withdrawals. I know the exact hour and minute the money was moved, and I know exactly where it went. You stole it, Victoria.”

​Seeing that threats and aggression were completely failing, Victoria abruptly shifted her strategy. Her anger vanished, her shoulders slumped, and real tears welled up in her eyes as she assumed a look of fragile heartbreak.

​“Andrew... please...” Victoria whispered, stepping toward him with trembling hands. “Can’t we just stop this? Look at us... look at what we’ve become.”

​Marcus’s jaw dropped in disbelief. His parents exchanged deeply suspicious glances.

​“Victoria? What the hell are you doing?” Marcus hissed, reaching to grab her arm. “Victoria! Come over here right now!”

​Victoria shook him off without looking back, keeping her pleading gaze locked entirely onto Andrew. Marcus’s jaw clenched with humiliated fury as she ignored him.

​“Andrew, think about everything we’ve been through together. Fifteen whole years,” Victoria said softly, trying to take his hands. “We built a home together. Yes, things became stressful with my company, and yes, my family said things they shouldn't have... but we were husband and wife! How could you just disappear for six whole months and leave me all alone to worry and grieve? Do you know the immense pain and guilt I felt every night thinking you were gone?”

​She looked up at him with desperate eyes. “We made mistakes, both of us. But we can fix this, Andrew. We don't have to throw fifteen years away into the trash. We can sit down, talk privately, and repair our marriage. Just let go of these ridiculous demands, forget about the divorce, and come home. We can be a real family again. I promise things will be different this time.”

​Andrew looked at her, but felt only contempt. He saw right through the manipulation. In an instant, his mind flashed back to the hospital room where she had stood over his crushed body with a chilling smile, telling him the children were not his and refusing surgery so she could steal his savings. She had felt no grief, only relief that he was dying.

​After being thrown into the raging river six months ago, his former subordinates had pulled him from the water barely alive. They had hidden him in a secret facility, hiring top doctors to reconstruct his broken body. The severe head injury had miraculously cracked open the amnesia that had locked away his past for fifteen years. Fragments of memories had flooded back—fleets of warships, high-stakes missions, and soldiers shouting his real title: Supreme Commander. Though his memory was still incomplete, he knew he was far more than a humble dockworker.

​Returning to the present, Andrew stepped cleanly out of Victoria’s reach.

​“Save your pathetic tears, Victoria. Your cheap acting makes me sick.”

​Victoria froze mid-sob.

​“You and I both know that you never loved me,” Andrew stated. “You didn't care when you abandoned me to die in that hospital bed, and you certainly don't care now. Your sweet words are nothing more than a desperate attempt to save your skin, your money, and your social standing. Hear me clearly: our marriage is dead and buried. It ended the moment you decided my life was an unnecessary expense.”

​Andrew’s expression turned to pure iron.

​“I am not here to negotiate with you. I want every single cent of my savings returned to my possession immediately. I want the divorce papers signed without delay. And I demand full, massive financial compensation for the fifteen years of my life, my sweat, and my blood that you and your parasitic family stole from me. You will pay for every single thing you took.”

​Realizing her tears could no longer control him, Victoria’s face instantly hardened into a venomous sneer, her eyes burning with pure hatred.