"Three days, I'm giving you three days. If you don't give me the money, you can expect a lawsuit!" Grace Wilson spat out harsh words before quickly hanging up the phone.
She hung up the phone, as if she had exhausted all her energy, breathing heavily.
It's fine, it's fine, she just needed to take the money and leave here.
Find a place, she could go live somewhere else.
One million, with one million, her life would still be good.
Grace Wilson thought she had found a way out, and started laughing neurotically, her features twisted in a grotesque and terrifying manner, like a demon.
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It seemed like Grace Wilson had taken care of things on her end, but on Ophelia Wilson's side of the Wilson Clan, things were lively.
"Emerie, Emerie, what's wrong with you?" Old Mrs. Wilson cried anxiously into the phone, "Don't cry, don't cry, your heart isn't well, you can't cry like this."
