The Formidable Son-In-Law: The Charismatic Lucas Gray

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Only after Bryce left did they continue with dinner, which he interrupted just now.

After washing and cleaning up, Charlotte returned to her own room while Karen sat downstairs in the living room, watching some television while fiddling with the diamond bracelet she just received.

Lucas took Amelia upstairs to Cheyenne’s room, where he played with her merrily.

During this time, Cheyenne raised her wrist several times to look at her watch. She would also look downstairs from time to time, looking rather worried.

“What’s the matter?” Lucas asked softly as he placed a drawing book in front of Amelia.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just a little worried about Dad. It’s so late, and he hasn’t returned yet. He won’t pick up my calls either. I don’t know where he went,” Cheyenne said softly.

Lucas thought about it and said, “Do you want me to send someone to look for him?”

Cheyenne naturally knew that he was capable of doing so, and he’d definitely deploy a lot of people to search. “That’s not necessary for now. Maybe Dad is at his friend’s place. He might be back soon.”

As she spoke, loud knocking on the door came from downstairs, and William’s drunken yelling resounded. “Open up! Hurry up and open the door!”

After that, Karen started shrieking loudly in a sharp voice, “You jerk! Where did you get drunk at before coming home? Why don’t you just drink yourself to death outside! Your body stinks and reeks of alcohol. I won’t help you!”

Next, there were loud sounds of someone falling and things getting smashed.

“Oh dear!”

When Cheyenne and Lucas heard this sound, they both hurriedly got up and rushed downstairs.

Charlotte also opened her door and sprinted downstairs.

“You damned jerk! You’re already so wasted, but you’re still holding a bottle of wine. Are you really out to kill yourself and make me a widow? Bastard, get up! I’m so unlucky to have married a man like you!” Karen was standing by the door downstairs and howling loudly.

William had fallen onto the ground, and the bottle of wine in his hand had been broken. There were shards of glass strewn all over the floor.

Cheyenne and Lucas rushed to help him up. Cheyenne tried to get the remaining half bottle of wine from William. But he suddenly waved the bottle in his hand and clamored, “I-I’m not drunk! One more bottle!”

The sharp bottle almost cut Cheyenne’s hand.

“Watch out!” Lucas called out as he reached out to clamp down on William’s wrist, immediately making him let go of the bottle of wine that he was gripping tightly.

In a drunken stupor, William was still murmuring incessantly. And from time to time, he would flail his arms about to stop Lucas from holding him down.

Fortunately, Lucas was strong enough to hold William down and move him toward his and Karen’s room.

“You’re making such a din and creating a mess in the house as soon as you came back. You might as well not come back and just die outside!” Karen cursed.

Charlotte couldn’t stand it any longer. “Mom, cut it out! Dad is already so drunk. He can’t hear you even if you scold him. Let’s deal with this mess! Cheyenne and Lucas will take Dad to your room. Mom, go bathe Dad and help him change out of his clothes. And I’ll clean up the glass shards on the floor. We’ll split up the work!”

Amid Karen’s incessant cursing, they finally took care of the drunken William and laid him down on his bed.

When Lucas and Cheyenne returned upstairs again, Amelia jumped into Lucas’s arms immediately. “Mommy, Daddy, Grandpa is… so scary!”

Amelia had seen William yelling loudly and flailing his arms about when she was upstairs and was frightened by his behavior.

Lucas rubbed Amelia’s little head and comforted her gently, “It’s alright. Grandpa had too much alcohol. He’ll be fine tomorrow. I’m here. Don’t be afraid.”

Amelia finally nodded. She then raised her head and looked at Lucas worriedly. “Daddy, you won’t be like Grandpa and drink so much later, right?”

Lucas suddenly burst into laughter and said softly, “No, I won’t act like that.”

Amelia finally relaxed and laid in Lucas’s arms.

Suddenly, someone screamed from downstairs. “William Carter, you bastard! How dare you hit me? I’ll fight you!”

Frightened, Amelia immediately shuddered and clutched the corner of Lucas’s shirt tightly. “Daddy… I’m scared.”

Lucas hurriedly held Amelia in his arms and comforted her.

Cheyenne immediately headed downstairs after hearing the scream.

“Who are you yelling at, huh? You’re nothing to me! Karen Turner, you’re nothing to me! Stop shouting at me and calling me a loser. Hah, what are you then? You were so clingy and submissive toward me when you knew that the Carters were rich back then. Now you think I’m a good-for-nothing?” William’s eyes were red as he hollered and pointed at Karen’s nose.

“You jerk! Bastard! I must have been blind to marry you! Yeah, I decided to be with you then because of your money and because I thought you were Dominic Carter’s son! So what? I have the guts to admit to it!”

“What about you? You’re just an illegitimate son who’s not blood-related to the Carters and got kicked out like a dog! Have I ever lived in luxury throughout my marriage to you?” Karen yelled in a sharp voice.

Seeing both of them cursing at each other, Cheyenne hurriedly rushed toward them and grabbed Karen’s arm, for fear that they would start fighting again. “Dad, you’ve had too much to drink. You’d better get some rest! Mom, Dad is just saying those words in a drunken stupor. Don’t stoop to his level.”

To Cheyenne’s surprise, when William saw her in a daze, he immediately flared up and cursed, “You’re such a jinx! Forget it if the company was snatched away, but you married such a loser and made yourself a laughingstock! If not for you, we wouldn’t have been chased away by the Carters. I’m left with nothing now! It’s all your fault!”

After being lashed out at by her father, Cheyenne felt aggrieved and miserable, and she immediately teared up. “Dad, how could you say that to me? It wasn’t my fault…”

“Stop arguing!” William raised his hand to slap Cheyenne.

“Stop it!” Lucas immediately appeared beside Cheyenne. He grabbed William’s wrist and glared at him. “No one is allowed to hit her, including you!”