"I see you're completely wrapped around that Nora Ainsworth's little finger!" Mrs. Grant said, grinding her teeth. "Never mind Catherine wanting her dead, I want her dead too!"
Jean Grant was shocked. "Mom, that's completely unnecessary! Isn't it enough that my brother is happy with Nora? Why does that bitch Catherine Callahan have to be my sister-in-law? My brother doesn't like her, and neither do I."
Mrs. Grant glared at her. "You shut up. We haven't even started talking about you yet."
Quentin Grant clenched his fists and stood up. "Mom, if you dare touch her, then you'd better prepare a coffin. You'll be burying your son along with her."
Mrs. Grant was furious. "In your heart, the mother who gave birth to you and raised you can't even compare to some woman? Quentin, you've completely broken my heart!"
Quentin Grant looked at her. "You could just accept her. She could even give you a grandson. Mom, do you really have to make things so difficult?"
