The Son-in-Law They Threw Away

Chapter 3: Decisions and Threats

Killian stood near the door and looked at every face in the room. His own face stayed calm, but his eyes were cold.

“It looks like there’s nothing left I can say to defend myself,” he said. “If this is really what all of you want…”

He stopped in the middle of the sentence on purpose. The room exploded with angry voices.

“Say it quickly! What do you mean, bastard?” Julius shouted.

Killian turned his head toward him slowly. “Son of a bitch. Didn’t your parents teach you any manners?”

Emma’s face went red with anger. “You bastard! You useless son-in-law! Get out of my sight right now!”

Killian gave a short, bitter laugh. “If I walk out right now, what happens to the divorce papers? If I don’t sign them, that woman is still my legal wife.”

Julietta stepped forward fast. Her hand was already raised to slap him. “What a loser! Who are you calling a whore, you—”

Killian caught her wrist before the slap could land. His grip was tight and strong.

“I will never let your dirty hand touch my face again,” he said in a low voice. He pushed her hand away hard. Julietta stumbled backward and almost fell to the floor.

Granny Smith’s voice rose sharp and shaking with anger. “How dare you! In my house you treat a woman like that?”

Killian looked straight at the old woman. “Honourable Granny Shit.”

The whole room went silent for a second. No one could believe what they had just heard.

“Who’s the one starting trouble here?” Killian continued. “All of you saw it. She tried to slap me first.”

Julius stepped forward with a red face. “You bastard! How dare you change our grandmother’s name like that!”

Killian only smirked. “Ho. Someone’s angry. So what if I change names? You people have been calling me worse things for a whole year. Dog. Hobo. Useless. It’s only fair. This whole family is full of shit people anyway.”

Julius clenched both fists. “You—!”

“What? You want to hit me?” Killian walked toward him without any fear in his steps. “Come on then. If you dare.”

Julius stepped back quickly and hid behind Granny Smith’s big chair.

The old woman’s voice shook with pure anger. “How dare you! Someone call the guards! Tell them to beat this man until he can’t stand!”

Several family members ran out of the room at once. In less than a minute, six bodyguards pushed through the door. They were big men with hard faces and thick arms. Without waiting for more orders, they spread out and surrounded Killian in a circle.

Killian looked at the six men and then laughed out loud. The sound was sharp and full of mockery.

“Haha. These six clods are your bodyguards?” he said. “Come forward if you want to feel my fist.”

The insult was enough. Five of the guards rushed at him at the same time with heavy punches.

The sounds came fast and ugly.

Bug! Bug! Des! Bug! Pluck!

No one in the room clearly saw how Killian moved. One moment the five guards were attacking him. The next moment their bodies were flying in different directions. Some crashed into tables and sent chairs falling. Some hit the walls hard. One smashed into a window and the glass broke into pieces. All five men stayed down on the floor and did not get up again. The sixth guard held his arm and groaned in pain. His joint looked twisted and wrong.

The living room went completely silent. Everyone stared at Killian with wide eyes and open mouths. The quiet, obedient son-in-law they had pushed around, insulted, and hit for a whole year had just taken down five strong bodyguards like they were nothing. Shock and real fear spread across every face in the room.

Killian spat on the floor near the fallen men. Then he looked at each family member one by one. Most of them could not meet his eyes anymore.

“All this time you oppressed me and I stayed silent,” he said, his voice rising with every word. “You insulted me every day and I stayed silent. You hit me and I stayed silent. Because of my love for Julietta I let all of you treat me like an animal. I let you mock me and use me. But not anymore. Remember that, you shit family!”

He pointed at the papers still lying on the low table. “Bring me the agreement. I’ll be happy to sign it right now.”

One of the cousins hurried forward with shaking hands and held out the divorce papers. Killian snatched them, glanced at the words for only a second, and signed his name with hard, angry strokes. Then he threw the papers straight at Granny Smith’s face.

“Remember this well,” he said, looking at all of them. “One day I will pay every one of you back many times more than what you did to me. I will destroy this whole family. I will make you so poor that you will have to beg on the street just to eat.”

No one answered him. No one dared to open their mouth. Even Granny Smith sat frozen in her big chair, her old hands trembling on the armrests. The five bodyguards still lay on the floor without moving. The sixth one was still holding his injured arm and breathing hard.

Killian turned around and walked out of the living room. No one tried to stop him. He went to the small back room where he had slept for the past year, took his only two pairs of old clothes, and pushed them into a worn bag. Then he walked straight through the house and out the front gate without looking back even once.

Only after the gate closed behind him with a heavy sound did the voices start rising again inside the house.

Granny Smith slammed her thin hand hard on the table. “What a loser! Who does that bastard think he is?”

Her eyes were full of pure anger now. “Julius! Find strong men who can handle someone like him. If necessary, make him a cripple. If you have to, finish him off completely. I don’t want him walking around free after what he did today.”

Julius nodded at once, his face still pale but eager. “Leave it to me, Grandmother. I know people who can take care of a man like him.”

The rest of the family looked at each other. They were still shocked by the strength Killian had shown, but the anger was stronger than the fear. The weak son-in-law they had always bullied and treated like dirt had dared to humiliate the head of the family and beat their guards in their own living room. That could not be left alone.

Granny Smith took a deep breath and spoke again, her voice colder and more controlled now. “This meeting is over. We got what we wanted. That bastard is out of the family for good. From now on we focus on rebuilding the Smith business. Julietta, you go to Robert and give him my regards. Tell him I invite him to dinner this Saturday to celebrate your divorce from that useless man.”

No one in the room argued with her. They all knew the family company was in real trouble after Robert cancelled the contracts. Getting close to Robert again through Julietta was their only clear path right now.

The family slowly broke apart and left the living room. Only Julietta and her parents stayed behind for a moment longer.

Emma let out a long breath and almost smiled. “Finally that loser is gone. I’m glad he’s out of our lives for good.”

Dylan, Julietta’s father, still looked angry and dark. “I’m glad too. But after the way he spoke to our family and to Grandmother, I won’t forget it. Not ever.”

Julietta touched her wrist where Killian had grabbed her earlier. Her eyes were cold and full of hate. “I hope Julius finds someone soon. That bastard needs to pay for every word he said today.”

Outside the gate, Killian walked down the quiet street with his old bag hanging from his shoulder. The afternoon sun felt hotter than before on his back. He did not know where he would sleep tonight. He had no money and almost no clothes. He only knew one thing for sure.

He was no longer their servant.

And the Smith family had just made a very dangerous enemy.