Thinking about those assets that will all have to be handed over in the future, Florence Warner was furious, her anger making her jump up and down!
"Fiona, have you lost your mind? Your dad and I have lived in this house for decades, and you say move out, just like that? Is it that easy?"
She glared fiercely at Fiona Vaughn, her voice as sharp as a pig's squeal.
"Whatever that dead girl says is what goes? Now that she's gone with The Eldest Young Master Law, you're really willing to give them the old house? And those properties downtown, they're worth a fortune!"
"Think about when your dad and I are gone, aren't these properties meant for you and the child in your belly? If that little brat takes it all, how will you have anything valuable to pass down?"
Fiona Vaughn surveyed the villa's furnishings, her beautiful eyes flickering with reluctance.
