Rise Of The Belittled Son-In-Law.

Help me!!!

Wayne got back to the house, finally that bastard called Kennedy was sent to jail, and he won't be coming out of there for a very long time.

Wayne walked up to his room, he unlocked his door, falling flat on his bed, a loud groan escaped his lips.

A few seconds later home heard a knock on his door. He grunted.

“Who is it?!“ Wayne yelled.

“It's me Martha, please Sir, can I come in?“ Martha asked.

Martha was Wayne's new added house help, she was in her late forties and the eldest of all the maids.

“Come in!“ Wayne said, turning around to lay on his back when the door gently opened and Martha came in.

“Good day sir,” Martha greeted.

“Good day Martha, how are you and how are you coping with your Job?“ Wayne asked.

“Great, thank you sir, Sir please, I came to ask if you need anything, like a cold drink?“ Martha asked.

“Yes please, a cold drink will be perfect, lemon juice, or you know what, make me that ice tea you served last time,” Wayne said with a warm smile.

“Okay Sir, I'll go make it