"Marlon Marshall is just using you for money! Don't believe him anymore. If you hadn't given him my sister's money, Dad would never have died!"
Mrs. Young scoffed. "And you're blaming me? You're the one who brought him home!"
Carol Young was speechless, at a loss for words.
Mrs. Young turned to Marlon Marshall. "Didn't I just give you a hundred thousand? Why do you need more money?"
"I gave that money to my mom for her retirement," he lied.
Mrs. Young turned and, without another question, said, "I'll go get it for you."
The moment she went inside, Marlon Marshall's smiling face twisted. He grabbed Carol Young's hair and viciously dragged her into her room.
He pinned her to the floor, clamping a hand over her mouth. "You bitch, you dare run your mouth again and I'll kill you!"
This was a far cry from the tender, loving man she first met. Carol Young lay motionless, just staring at him.
"Drake!" Mrs. Young called from outside.
