CHAPTER 115: ANGRY SISTERS
Harold sat on the sofa, brow furrowed in thought. The afternoon sun streamed through the window, but he barely registered its warmth. His sisters' voices broke the silence.
"Harold," Margaux started, her tone laced with mock concern."what are you going to do about James? Or are you just going to let him get away with the humiliation he put us through last time?"
"Yes, Margaux is right," Jasmine echoed. "It's high time that boy learns his place."
"And why are you just sitting here, acting as if we're not talking to you?" Roberta exclaimed, not able to contain her frustration. "Since when did you become so lazy, old, and stupid?"
Harold slammed his hand on the armrest, his voice booming. "Hold your tongue, woman! How dare you call me lazy and stupid, huh? Do you have so much guts now or you no longer have respect for your brother?"
The women flinched and shrank back.
Before the tension could escalate further, Jessica, Harold's wife, entered the room. Her gaze swept over the scene, taking in the heated exchange.
"Well, what's so wrong with what they said?" a voice chimed in from behind them.
Harold's eyes narrowed. "Oh, not you too!" he muttered, exasperation coloring his voice.
Jessica met his gaze unflinchingly. "Well, someone has to speak some sense into you," Jessica, his wife, continued.
"It's your son and his wife who had the audacity to lay their hands on the family register and remove names. Are you telling me now that any Tom, Dick, or Harry can have the audacity to defile such a sacred document and get away with it? Fine then, I'll just go and add my ancestors' names to it as well!"
"You wouldn't dare!" Harold bellowed, pointing a finger at her.
Jessica ignored his outburst. She walked over, her movements deliberate, and sat down beside him, smiling sweetly. Leaning close to him, she clung to his arm and rubbed her upper body against him as she cooed softly.
Harold eyed her actions and grunted, but he didn't push her away.
Seeing this, Jessica smirked and continued, "I know you late wife cherished him, dear, but I'm just saying that you need to teach him some manners. There's nothing wrong with a father disciplining his son."
Jessica glanced at the women and winked, making them nod approvingly.
Before she could say more, Harold cleared his throat and stood up. "I will punish my son as I see fit. No one should interfere in this matter," he stated firmly. Then, turning to his wife, he added, "And you—I need a massage."
Jessica grimaced but stood up obediently, following him. She gave the women an apologetic look as she trailed behind him.
The three women, Marguerite, Jasmine, and Roberta, sank into the plush sofa, a heavy silence hanging in the air and frustration etched on their faces.
Margaux broke the silence, her voice laced with frustration.
"This won't do. We have to take action ourselves," she said firmly. "We can't keep relying on our frail and spineless brother anymore".
"What are you suggesting?" Jasmine inquired, a frown etching lines on her forehead.
Roberta turned to Jasmine. "Doesn't your daughter have a friend named Cassandra? Why not reach out to her and see if we can get more information on Diana? I'm sure she'd be glad to help."
"Did you see how she spoke against Diana the last time they were here? I'm confident she'd do anything to get rid of her, considering Diana took her boyfriend away."
Margaux's eyes gleamed with a malicious glint. "Brilliant," she said. "Cassandra seemed quite vocal about her dislike for Diana the last time she visited. Losing her boyfriend to Diana must still sting."
"You have a point," Jasmine mused. "I took her number the last time she visited because I was already planning something of my own. I'm sure she would be willing to share some juicy details". A smirk played on her lips.