Marlon also told his mother, "We're already married. What's the point of all this now?"
Mrs. Grant scoffed. "I won't say another word about anything else. Jean, you and him are moving into the villa I bought for you right now. It's not far from your brother's place. If you live with a mother-in-law like that, I'm afraid you'll suffer."
Mrs. Marshall flared up. "Suffer? What's there to suffer? Do you think I'm some kind of tiger? That I'm going to eat your precious daughter?"
"You dare? You lay a single finger on my daughter, and I'll make sure you rot in prison. You'd better believe it."
Marlon was not happy. "Mom, my mother's bark is worse than her bite. Please, don't stoop to her level."
Mrs. Marshall was a headstrong woman. It hadn't been easy raising her son all by herself, and she had never been disrespected like this. She immediately shot back, "Believe it or not, for that comment alone, I could ruin your Grant Family's reputation all over town!"
