Jonathan's POV
Harmon Mansion
I took leave from work and headed back to Harmon Mansion.
As I entered, I could hear Imelda yelling, "Serve! This is what you're born for."
"Did she invite someone over? And who's she yelling at?" I asked in my mind as I didn't recall Imelda telling me anything.
As I walked inside of the hall, I saw Imelda was standing shoving a bottle of wine in Veronica's face as her guests were frozen…
Probably confused as to how to react.
"Ah, Imelda? She's Veronica Rollings, Jonathan's wife and president of Harmon Designs,"
"How can you make her—"
"Forgot the parties you used to attend where she used to serve us?" Imelda retorted as she cut her words.
"I'm only showing her who she is,"
"Just because her mother is a Harmon, she's trampling all over me,"
"Imelda, the only reason I'm bearing you is, Jonathan only remembers you, or else—"
"Or else?" Imelda cut her words. "Now he won't remember you…ever again."
