“She made him wash and iron her clothes,” Ryan stated, “let her family members treat him worse than a dog and made him even clean their toilets.”

Rebecca who was heading to the stage in a rage ended up stopping midway, and a confused expression took over her visage. “What the hell is he talking about?”

“What’s he saying?” Elizabeth looked confused. “When did we make Benyamin wash our clothes?”

“Maybe the old guy had gone senile?” Lisa remarked.

“She didn’t make it any easier for him to be with her,” Ryan resumed his speech. “Yet, he stuck with her, and I must say,” he slightly nodded his head in acknowledgement, “it paid off. And I’m happy that he found his perfect woman while I’m still breathing, and I hope they’ll produce a couple of kids before I kick the bucket. That’s all this old soul wants. With all that said, let’s welcome the birthday boy onto the stage, shall we?”

Everyone began clapping as they looked at Benyamin. However, Benyamin wasn’t moving an inch.

“Your dad is callin