Everyone present understood, but one particular woman was just that clueless.
Having been slapped, Mrs. Yates lost all reason. She clutched her face and roared, "Why did you hit me? Why should we have to pay? It was this bitch who offended me first!"
Three hundred million. That wasn't thirty million, but three *hundred* million. Their family didn't have much money to begin with; a payment like this would leave them without a single cent!
'She had to save that money to find a good family for her daughter. If the money was gone, what kind of rich man could she possibly find?'
'She couldn't let her daughter live a hard life!'
Tears streamed down Mrs. Yates's face as she shrieked hysterically, "Husband, we can't pay! We can't! If we pay, what will happen to Vivian? I don't want my daughter to live a hard life... SOB... SOB..."
Phrased that way, her maternal love might have seemed touching, but neither Annabelle Linton nor Leona Grant was about to go soft.
