Clarissa felt a bit relieved upon hearing this.
Since her brother said this, it was a good sign. She was just worried he would pretend nothing was wrong, which would be a real problem.
After carefully giving some more instructions, Clarissa finally hung up the phone. She really hadn't expected Chaya Davis to be so shameless, to even do such things.
Since Charles Seymour said he would handle it, she let it go.
Given Charles Seymour's means, he would definitely handle it much better than she could.
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"Really shameless," Old Mrs. Wilson muttered, stewing in her anger inside the room.
Old Mr. Wilson shook the newspaper in his hand and asked, "What's wrong with you now?"
"What's wrong with me?" Old Mrs. Wilson snatched the newspaper from Old Mr. Wilson, saying, "That Chaya Davis actually moved into our home, how can she have the nerve?"
