Being paid to kill Wayne.

“If you dare try and raise your filthy hands on my daughter, you will join your father-in-law right this instant,” Aunt Matilda grumbled, although she looked relaxed, her arm folded as she stood a few feets away from Bailey and Mrs Laurette.

“Oh, now I see what is going on here, this is all your plan right? You asked your daughter to go take my meal in my room, while you eat up the leftovers in the fridge, right? Your plan is to frustrate me in this house, but it's all good, trust me, it's all good, because when I do the same to you or your daughter, no one should call me crazy,”

“Do your worst Laurette! All you do is rumble but you end up doing nothing,” Aunt Matilda cut in.

Mrs Emilia was about to react to Aunt Matilda's statement when the bedroom door opened, and Mr Oliver walked out, his eyes in a drowsy state, and he blew out a yawn.

“What is all the rumbling about?“ Mr Oliver asked.

“Honey, it's not been up to two hours since I returned, and look, they are are attacking me ag