"Money, money, money! I'm your daughter! I'm in trouble—the police have me locked up! I need you to get me a lawyer, and you want to talk about money?!"
"What?! The police have you locked up? What did you do to get arrested?! If you're locked up, that's all the more reason you should be calling Timothy Sterling! What's the use of calling an old woman like me? What can I do?!"
"Timothy Sterling won't help me, that's why I…"
"What! Timothy Sterling won't help you? How dare he! I'm going to go find him! I'll…" With that, Mrs. Dalton frantically hung up, not even finishing her sentence, terrified that Joy Dalton would ask for money again.
Joy Dalton had always known her mother was a selfish, self-serving woman. In her mother's eyes, only money was important. Nothing else mattered. She was utterly unreliable.
Seeing Joy Dalton stunned and fuming, an officer tried to rush forward and snatch the scissors.
