Chapter 392: Mayor Martin Reed Scratched His Head in Frustration

"What's The Ward family up to now?" Mayor Martin Reed scratched his head in frustration.

Ever since becoming the village mayor, he'd been constantly dealing with The Wards' drama. Their household caused more commotion than the village loudspeaker.

"Mayor! Calvin Ward's son-in-law just showed up with a gang!" Neighbor Walter panted as he ran over. "They're saying Vanessa Ward cracked her husband's skull, stole his money, and ran off. Now they're here looking for trouble!"

Walter groaned inwardly. Of all the houses, why did his have to share a crumbling wall with The Wards? If a fight broke out, his property would be the first casualty.

Martin sighed. "Since when did Vanessa have that kind of guts?"

Couldn't The Wards go one week without causing a scene? While other families were figuring out how to prosper, this household specialized in chaos.

But as mayor, he had no choice.

The moment he reached the Ward residence, shouting erupted from inside. Villagers formed three concentric circles of spectators who quickly parted when they saw him.

"Mayor! You must help us!" Agnes Ward lunged at him, her greasy hair flying and body reeking of sour sweat. "Derek Harlan is bullying our Pinehaven Village! My daughter's life is in danger because of him!"

Martin sidestepped just in time, nearly gagging at the stench.

When had Agnes become this filthy? Stains covered her clothes, her hair resembled a bird's nest—she looked like a beggar.

"Speak properly. No need for physical contact." He covered his nose and took two steps back.

Agnes stumbled forward, barely catching herself. After a stunned pause, her face flushed crimson.

He was disgusted by her!

Rage simmered in her chest. If that old hag hadn't forced her to live by the pigpen, would she be in this state? The family's debts meant they couldn't even afford soap. She worked dawn till dusk without a hot meal.

She'd thought having a daughter-in-law would ease her burdens. But Tessa Wilson was lazier than her, ordering her around while flaunting her pregnancy. Daniel Ward, that ungrateful son, doted on his wife and ignored his own mother.

Worst of all was Calvin Ward—he wouldn't even look at her anymore. Who was she supposed to dress up for?