The Crippled Groom's Revenge

The Sherlock Family had an ancient black gold knife, which brought good fortune and wealth. But it chose me, a loser, as its master.

After two years of marriage, my wife, Anne Sherlock, had always looked down on me.

Everyone knew that my status as a son-in-law in the Sherlock Family was not as good as a dog.

"James, I want to give birth to an heir."

I thought she was ready, "Then tonight..."

"You should know that you have poor genes and I don't want to give birth to a loser like you."

"Why are you talking to me like that, Anne? You are my wife, I slept with you and I will tell you what it feels like tomorrow."

Looking at the ancient black gold knife glowing in the room, I silently closed the door for them.

They didn’t know yet that they didn’t have my blood to feed.

This knife killed one person a night.

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It was time to sacrifice blood for the knife again.

I returned to the old house of the Sherlock Family in advance and the security uniform on my body was despised by the servants.

I had long been accustomed to all kinds of looks.

The main courtyard used to have the most servants, but today it was empty.

"Although we have been married for two years, I have never let James touch me. My body is clean. William, I want to give you a child."

The foot that stepped out was suspended in the air.

Just yesterday, Anne said she wanted to have a child. I thought she was finally ready after two years of marriage. Unexpectedly, she wanted to have a child with William.

William leaned against the window, looking very happy.

He glanced at me and smiled provocatively. "Is that your useless husband?"

Hearing this, Anne also showed her head and when she looked at me, there was poison in her eyes.

"Why are you here?" Without any explanation, her tone was full of dissatisfaction with me.

Anne closed her clothes and walked out.

"Being the son-in-law of my Sherlock Family is a blessing for you in your previous life. You are a waste and you don't want my child to be as waste as you, right?"

William hugged Anne's waist. "Don't worry, when our child is born, he will still call you dad."

Anne was a gentle person, but every time she saw me, she looked cold and unfamiliar. She was completely dissatisfied with me as her husband.

"Are you blaming me with that look? I really don't know why grandpa insisted on letting me marry you, James. Even if you have a little use, I won't look down on you like this."

William laughed. "A man who can live like this is really an incompetent waste. Hey, waste, I'm talking about you."

I looked over coldly and William laughed instead of getting angry. "What? Still want to hit me? Little rubbish, don't you forget whose food and clothes you are eating now? Anne, even if you are feeding a passing dog, you should still wag your tail with a smile, right? This rubbish not only wags his tail to beg for mercy, but also has the audacity to look sour."

"James, you are not allowed to step into the old house again."

I nodded. "Is that what the old man wants?"

I didn't expect Anne to change her face immediately.

"I will explain to Grandpa. The Black Gold Ancient Knife is the foundation of our Sherlock Family. I really don't understand why Grandpa gave it to you, a waste. Since you, a waste, took over the Black Gold Ancient Knife, the Sherlock Family has begun to fall. James, people like you are unlucky even if they are dogs. Don't touch the Black Gold Ancient Knife in the future."

I was slightly stunned, "Didn't the old man tell you why?"

"Because you are a waste, you can only wipe the dust off the knife. Don't use Grandpa to pressure me, James, the Sherlock Family now has the final say."

I asked her calmly, "If you don't marry me, will the old man give you the position of the head of the family?"