My Crippled Ex-Husband Is An Emperor

Jealousy

“Are you ready to talk? Don't think that little stunt you pulled will make me change my mind,” Ragi said frankly.

The artist still looked like he was half drunk but Ragi didn't care. Once he tasted the poop in his disgusting toilet, the alcohol would vanish from his system.

“I was only trying to make a living. I have nothing but my miserable life to hold on to,” the man shoved. “I am an artist with nothing to show off.”

“That is not what I asked,” Ragi stated.

“They wanted me to replicate the royal seal for a huge sum of money. It was just the breakthrough I needed so I took the job. I didn't mean to cause any trouble,” the man burst into tears. “Please spare me.”

“You haven't given me names, buddy. I don't even see how you're getting out of this. This place might be tiny but you have no excuse for keeping it like a pig sty!” Ragi told him.

“It's not even mine. I stay here with five others. They are just street urchins like me. I wanted to change our lives for the better. As for