"No, you can't go." Emelyn blocked her path, saying,
"Emma, are you really going to just stand by and watch our family go bankrupt without saying a word to help?"
Emma took a step back, keeping her distance. Crossing her arms, she replied coldly,
"Mrs. Emelyn, are you questioning me? Why should I speak up for you? You made your own mess—deal with it yourself. I have no obligation to help. Trying to guilt-trip me with morality? You've already done enough immoral things, haven't you?"
Emelyn's face turned as red as pig liver. She swallowed all the curses rising in her throat.
Yet she didn't give up. She grabbed Emma's arm, pleading,
"Emma, I'm begging you. I used to be your mother-in-law—you once called me 'Mom,' didn't you? How can you treat me and our family like this?"
"That's enough, Mrs. Emelyn. Drop the act." Emma yanked her arm free. Emelyn stumbled backward and fell to the ground.
