"Mom, have you lost your mind? That good-for-nothing Florrie, what's the point of keeping her here? If you're keeping anyone, it should be Joseph! He's the future of the Lynch family!" Carl Lynch was getting anxious.
The old woman ignored him, looking intently at Dylan Lockwood. "Mr. Lockwood, as long as you agree to my condition, I'll stay."
"Fine, I agree." Dylan Lockwood watched the scene unfold with an amused expression, nodding with a smile.
Carl Lynch was furious.
Rose Lloyd was wiping away tears at the side.
Their precious son, Joseph Lynch, sat to one side, his narrow eyes filled with venom.
"I'm not leaving! I don't want to go! I'm staying here! Grandma, you have to keep me! Florrie Lynch is just a little bitch! She's supposed to be raised and sold off to get me a bride price! How can you keep her and not me?"
"I'm the one who's supposed to carry on the Lynch family name!"
Dylan Lockwood was just about to have his men escort Rose Lloyd and the other two out.
