Last Descendant Of Money

Sixteen.

In less than an hour, Violet, her daughter, Jessica and Edgar were in the living room with Meyer Jones, who was pacing up and down the room.

"Who triggered it? It was not supposed to come now." Meyer Jones' voice was low and chilling. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at every one of them.

"Ask your son in law," Violet sneered.

"Yes, ask him. He wanted to beat my mother up and your daughter began to scream. Before we knew it, she began to display the mad person that she is."

Meyer Jones frowned at Jessica, but said nothing.

He turned to Edgar. "How dare you?"

"You know the cause of your daughter's condition. Don't you dare try to pin it on someone who you know has no hand in it."

"See," Violet said, smirking. "You can see how daring this son-in-law of yours is. I told him that he should make sure he makes your daughter happy and he slapped. Meyer, he slapped me. Thrice."

"Yes, uncle. We could do nothing. He is your son-in-law after all. You paid him but that is what he is. The pos