Sowhere in another estate of the island....
The shocked older woman stood up abruptly, throwing her hands in the air as she started pacing across the room, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.
"Oh, so she’s grown airs now, has she?" she spat, her voice thick with mockery. Her expression twisted into a sneer as she replayed the conversation in her head, the nerve of it all gnawing at her. Sally couldn’t understand the audacity of Geneva.
"So, Geneva is now putting on a show for us? She is acting like she’s so queen? At this age and after all this ti? How dare she?!!!!! HOW DARE SHE!!!"
Sally stopped suddenly, her chest heaving with the force of her anger.
"And she snitched on to Alex?! Can you imagine? , of all people? Is she developing so sort of dentia? If not, I don’t understand why she would do that!"
Sally practically hissed the words, Geneva’s na leaving her lips like poison. Of all the things, Sally was a little guilty that her brother had heard that conversation. No matter what they had done to Geneva in the past, she had never let Alex in on it and Sally had taken that for granted.
"Ahhhh!" A frustrated scream tore through her, hands clenching into tight fists as she struggled to contain the fiery rage bubbling up inside. It felt like an insult she couldn’t swallow, a slap in the face she’d never imagined. She fud, pacing faster now, her mind spinning with thoughts of how to put this "nobody" back in her place.
Just as suddenly as Sally had started pacing, she stopped abruptly and then, rembered another thing – a major crucial thing, judging from her reaction to that mory and the words that followed. She turned to the other person in the room,
"Did she just..... Did that Geneva just....." Sally’s voice shook, eyes widening in disbelief and realization as her hand hovered above the phone that was on a table in the middle of the room.
It had taken her just a little longer than normal for the thought that Geneva had hung up on her to sink in.
"Did she really hang up on ?" The words dripped with anger, each sharper than the last as the truth sank in. She clenched her jaw, lips curling into a snarl.
"That nobody... that... that slut!" Her voice dropped but seethed with rage, an anger simring beneath the surface, ready to explode. For a mont, she stood frozen, stunned by the audacity of it all, her thoughts swirling with a mix of hurt pride and unbridled fury. How dare she?
The nerve of that insignificant, ungrateful woman to treat her with such blatant disrespect—it was unimaginable. Never in all of those tantrums and rants did she refer to Alex’s words to her. Those were beside the point. Only Geneva had overstepped her bounds... at least, that was what she thought.
Sally had always worn her emotions on her sleeve. Her chest heaved as she fought to rein in the storm of anger within her, but the insult cut too deep and too raw. She picked up the phone and slamd it onto the table, the sound echoing through the room as she muttered, "She’ll regret that. GENEVA WILL REGRET THIS!"
The other person in the room had remained quiet all this ti. In the heart of a lavish living room, all soft velvet upholstery and gleaming antiques, the other sister, Molly, sat with an air of unspoken elegance. Traces of that elegance could still be seen in Sally, despite her uncouth display of anger.
Though both sisters were in their seventies, they looked as though ti had taken a gentle pause with ti, their smooth skin and perfectly styled hair betraying only a hint of their true age. They looked more like won in their fifties, who were well-kept than anything out of that.
One, poised and composed, sipped her tea delicately from fine bone teacup, her manicured fingers resting gracefully on the edge of the saucer. She cast a sidelong glance at her sister, who was still pacing angrily by the grand marble fireplace, her face twisted in irritation, the remnants of a heated phone call hanging in the air like smoke.
On their side, Sally also had the phone on loudspeaker, so Molly had heard the conversation in its entirety, but she was not as worked up as her younger sister. She shook her head, thinking, ’After all these years, she still cannot control that anger of hers?’
*Sigh!*
"You need to be patient with such things. What is the purpose of getting so worked up? What will change?" Molly asked, as she finally set her cup down.
The two sisters practically lived under one roof after both their husbands passed away. Their hos were close to each other, and to save themselves ti, they lived together. The two had been that close from childhood. With only a few months difference between them, so would say that they were as close as twins.
The sisters looked exactly like their brother, Alex Thornston, squarish face, dium built with an air of handsoness around them. One look was enough to tell anyone that they and Alex were siblings. One could argue that their sentints stemd not from brotherly affection, but from the fact that they were skipped and the inheritance given to their younger brother when they were equally capable.
"You should stop worrying about Geneva and our younger brother and think of how we can get one of the boys into that position.... "
"But-"
"You are rush in your decisions, Sally. We already had a plan in place for the new bride, so why did you have to go and confront her now?"
"But Katie-"
"Is dispensable. Katie is not our Lord. Whatever Katie can do, soone else can do. It’s a pity we lost her, but that will never foil anything. Just find who is in Katie’s shoes and groom her." Molly added flippantly as if it was as easy as the air breathed.
"How?" Sally asked, but what she really wanted to say was that Katie was really that indispensable. However, Sally let that go. She already had plans in place to find Katie, so she asked this single-word question instead.
"Everyone has a price. How costly can a maid be? She probably has so silly wants that we can grant."
At that, Molly raised her hand, and a maid walked forward, bowed,
"Take care of that."
"Yes, ma’am..."
"I want results in a day!"
"Yes, Ma’am." The maid bowed lower and then left.
"That is how you handle such things. There is no need to be so worked up over this."
Sally took a seat and also reached for a small teacup, with similar design as her sister’s. A maid quickly poured in so tea, and she took only a sip and set it down.
"What of the boys?"
"What of them?"
"Honestly?" Sally’s voice dripped with venomous sarcasm. It was as if her anger for Geneva had been displaced to her nephews, who she had raised as hers. Sally never had children of her own and all three boys in the family had been born of Molly but raised by her. It was a tacit understanding between them.
"How do they expect to clean up their ss? The boys have clearly inherited their father’s penchant for disaster!"
Sally’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she t her sister’s gaze- an eerie, similar one as they shared a brief look of mutual understanding. They had one single thought... an dthis was of the father of the three boys in question. That look could cause the people to stumble back in fear. In short, it was -wicked, yes, but only because they could be. Molly quickly adjusted her look into the serene one and then said,
"Let them be. Am I not there to clean up after them? They are just boys. With their mother, around, they should be free enough to do what they want to do."
This ti, it was Sally’s turn to raise an eyebrow, taking another slow sip of tea, her anger turned to amusent and barely veiled.
Before another word could be exchanged, the doors burst open, and their three adult children—each more unreasonable than the last—stord in, filling the room with their usual chaotic energy. If Ian had been around, he would have called them by that na they detested, Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest!
The eldest was already shouting about so trivial injustice, while the middle one argued over nothing of consequence. The youngest, trailing behind, was barely coherent but sohow just as demanding. Three very adult n of similar age to Ian and Brad, acting like adolescents! It was a sight to see.
The sisters exchanged another knowing glance, this ti with more than a touch of wicked delight. They had raised these three tornadoes of entitlent and chaos, and though the antics never ceased, it was amusing to watch them whirl in and out of their self-made storms. Despite Sally’s outburst, she felt nothing but love and indulgence for these three..... their late father was a different case.
"Look at them," Molly murmured with a smirk, just loud enough for her sister to hear.
"They really have no idea, do they?" Even as adults, the boys had a tendency to ss up a lot, so all the plans put in place to deal with Geneva and Ian, if possible, had not included those three. They would just benefit from the fruits and nothing more.
Sally chuckled darkly, crossing her arms. "No, Molly. They never have." The sisters did not need any lengthy words to understand themselves and they knew exactly what the other person was thinking in that mont.
Just then, Sally’s phone dinged. Her lips curled up as if that ssage had helped smooth over her agitation. The ssage she had been waiting for flashed across her phone screen.
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