Chapter 341

Back then, Clara was a little tyrant, but Arthur always indulged her.

Whenever he was about to lose his patience, she would look at him pitifully and say, "Arthur, I only have you. If you smoke yourself to death, what will I do? Or better yet, why don't you smoke more? I'll breathe in more secondhand smoke, and we can die together."

A few simple words would leave him speechless. What else could he