Christine saw her look like a miser and laughed with increasing sarcasm, "You spend The Stocks' money on food, clothing, and expenses. Spending The Stocks' money is spending my mother's money! Estelle, you must know that Tami hasn't earned a penny in all these years since she temporarily lived in The Stocks. What kind of a lazy woman she is, and you are still trying to reason with me here!"

"What's a respite? Tami is the wife of The Stocks!" Estelle's eyes swept over in a rush of fear, dodging left and right to avoid Christine's eye-blades, shouting to demonstrate her strength, "Your Mom is the mistress, Christine, all of The Stocks belongs to The Browns!

I should have gotten you dead in the first place. You little girl, you could die with your short-lived mother!"

"Shut up!"

Christine's pupils stung at a few words, reddening for a moment. She miserably stood up from the soft chair, her throat popping out in a thicket of anger that was enough to ignite all the anger and dread fire.

Franklin and Ashley were her bottom lines!

"I forbid you to speak of my mother!"

"Your mother deserves to die!

The Stocks should have been my sister's for a long time. Your mother has occupied Mrs. Stock's position for many years. She should have been dead long ago to make room!