Chapter 190: My Home is Tiger Mom's Den!

Ernest Johnson, who was in a drunken slumber, was rudely kicked awake by the two "good Samaritans."

He mumbled groggily, "Who... who's giving me a pat on the back? This is some shoddy workmanship—burp..."

When the two men saw this, they were even more infuriated and were about to continue beating him up, but Sarah Johnson quickly stepped in. "Gentlemen, please, stop hitting him! It's all a big misunderstanding! He's not my husband, he's my... my dad!"

"That doesn't excuse him for this! Cheating is cheating, no matter what!"

Sarah Johnson struggled to speak. "But this is a family matter. We don’t need anyone else to get involved. We'll handle it ourselves. I'm sorry for the trouble!"

With those words hanging in the air, the onlookers realized they should disperse.

As they started leaving in small groups, the two sympathetic bruisers reminded Karen to give them a shout at room 1101 if she needed them.

They could come to them anytime to teach Ernest Johnson a lesson. They comforted Karen, assuring her that she would get through these tough times...

After everyone left, only Ernest Johnson, Karen, and Sarah Johnson - the family of three - remained in the room.

Mary, who had been wrapped up cozily with Ernest Johnson under the covers, had taken advantage of the chaos to make her escape moments earlier.

Ernest, who was clad only in his boxers, sat on the floor with his back against the bed frame, drunkenly mumbling, "Burp! Wasn't someone just giving me a massage? Where'd they go? Get me another masseuse, a pretty one...heh heh heh!"

When Karen saw Ernest's foolish grin, her mouth twitched, and she marched over and delivered two sharp slaps across his face.

Slap!

Slap!

"Ernest Johnson, look at yourself! How could you stoop so low? How can you even call yourself a man? I swear you're trying to drive me insane!"

At this moment, Karen's sanity was on the brink of collapse.

She couldn't understand how the trap she had set for Ryder Clark had ended up ensnaring Ernest instead!

To make matters worse, the entire scene had been witnessed by onlookers and broadcasted live!

How could she ever face anyone again after such humiliation?

That incompetent fool, Ernest, infuriated her even more, prompting her to kick him sharply in the gut.

"You rotten Ernest Johnson, stop pretending to be drunk! You owe me an explanation, or so help me, I'll skin you alive today!"

Ernest clutched his belly and groaned in pain.

He glared at Karen with bloodshot eyes and grumbled unhappily, "Who's this old witch scaring the heck out of me? Burp! Boss! Boss! Get me another masseuse, a young and pretty one...not this old and ugly one that makes me want to throw up..."

With that, Ernest actually did retch and vomit!

The room was instantly filled with an unpleasant, musty stench.

Karen, who was already in a foul mood, turned absolutely livid.

Glaring furiously, she barked, "Damn you, Ernest Johnson! What nonsense are you spouting? Open your eyes and see who I am!"

Ernest squinted at Karen and mumbled, "You...you look familiar, kind of like the old battle-ax at home...burp!"

When Sarah Johnson heard that, she realized things were amiss and attempted to intervene.

But instead, Karen snapped at her. "You stand back—I want to hear what else this sorry excuse for a man has to say!”

Ernest Johnson, obedient even in his dazed state, went on rambling. “Speaking of my wife, she's truly one of a kind. I've spent countless days and nights wondering how on Earth I ended up marrying a woman like that. When I think about it, over the years, she couldn't cook, wouldn't do the laundry, never worked a day in her life. All she did was play card games, or she would scold us like we were children. Where does she get the nerve?

“And then you look at other men's wives—they're so tender and caring, they respect their husbands in public and manage the home so well!

“But her?

“She's sharper than a wicked villain from some melodramatic TV drama!

“I've come to realize that while other women go through menopause at fifty, my 'tiger' has been in a perpetual state of it for the last fifty years! I've had more than my fair share of suffering!

“Sigh... But what she doesn’t know is, before marrying her, I once had a thing with a high school classmate named Susie Green. Susie made the most delicious pickles and was so kind. If it weren't for my wife eyeing my family's money and worming her way in, forcing herself on me which led to an accidental death, by now Susie and I might have had grandchildren…”

Karen's face turned ashen and then flushed with anger.

She lunged at Ernest Johnson like a woman possessed, shouting venomously, “Ernest Johnson, you’re a bastard. You pretend to be a saint on the outside while being a monster in secret! I’m going to end you today!”

Ernest wasn’t about to take it lying down. Irritated, he snapped back, “You old witch, won’t you leave when I tell you to scram? I might not dare lay a hand on the 'tiger' at home, but do you think I’m afraid to handle you?”

His palm swung up, and with a smack, Karen's left cheek puffed up, and she saw stars flashing before her eyes.

That set Karen off completely!

She scratched and bit, and kicked and punched, unleashing every move she had!

Ernest Johnson, rarely one to back down even though he was drunk and slow, kept up his defenses and counterattacks!

he old couple, scrapped on the floor like it was a brawl!

Sarah Johnson was frantic and fearful, worried they might seriously hurt each other.

She tried to intervene, but it was futile.

She even got caught in the crossfire, scratching her arm in the process.

Helpless, Sarah Johnson bolted out of the room, calling for hotel staff to come and break up the fight...

It was 10 o'clock at night in Bayview Gardens.

Sarah Johnson pushed open the door wearily and stepped inside.

Behind her, a grim-faced Karen followed, along with a rueful Ernest Johnson. Both of them had cuts on their faces.

At the hotel, after the staff had separated them, they gave Ernest Johnson a strong cup of black coffee to sober him up. Finally, he stopped fighting with Karen.

Sarah Johnson knew that the scene would only get more embarrassing, so she quickly called a cab to take the couple home.

Something like this should be discussed behind closed doors.

They had just entered the house when Ryder Clark came out of the kitchen with a bowl in hand, greeting Sarah with a cheerful smile. "Welcome home, honey. Dinner's ready. I'll put it on the table, okay?"

Sarah looked at him, puzzled. "Where have you been? Why didn't you answer your phone?"

Ryder replied casually, "Oh! I went out with your dad and his buddy for dinner after work. He said he had something to discuss with an old classmate and told me to head home first!"

As he spoke, Ryder turned to Ernest Johnson, feigning surprise. “Whoa, Ernest, how did you get that shiner? Did you take a spill, or did you run into some robbers?”
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