SOPHIA’S POV
I'd be damned if I let these people see me sweat.
"I'm going to have to ask you two to leave. Now," I tried….really tried my best to put on some faux sweetness despite my annoyance.
Shirley's face twisted into an ugly sneer. "Not until you pay us what you owe, you gold-digging whore.”
The slur hit me like a slap, but I refused to flinch. Behind me, I heard Cynthia's sharp intake of breath. The crowd was already buzzing with murmurs, as well as phones raised to capture the drama.
Fucking vultures.
I took a step forward with steel in my spine.
"I don't owe you a damn thing. The division of assets was handled legally, by lawyers. You know, those pesky professionals who actually understand the law?"
“You seduced our son, stole his money, and now you're flaunting it in our
