Cecilia Adler let out a derisive laugh. She set down the peanuts she was carrying and slowly rolled up her sleeves to counter each claim. "Your accounting is quite creative! Fine, let's say I owe you fifteen hundred. Now, let's tally up what *you* owe *me*. First, if you hadn't caused my mother's difficult childbirth, would I have needed to be nursed by your sister-in-law? That's a debt you owe me! And when was I ever sick as a child? I certainly don't remember, so I refuse to accept that charge.
"Furthermore, I was living in my maternal grandparents' house, so why would I pay rent? So... we're even." She added, "And one more thing. You owe my mother her life. I told you before, I'll beat you every single time I see you! Have you forgotten again?! HAVE YOU?!"
She lunged at Theresa Sheridan, slapping her face relentlessly.
'If murder weren't illegal, she would have been the first to put a knife in this woman.'
Seeing this, the two brothers made a move to help their mother.
