Chapter Thirty: I Thought You Cared For My Daughter.
Lesley shuddered at the sound of the blow.
Whooo!
Another one flew in fast, but Bill quickly caught Margaret's hand.
"What are you doing?" Bill struggled to keep her still.
"You bastard! You've been lying to me all these years!" Margaret faught to free her hands.
"How did I lie to you, Margie?" Bill quizzed as they both struggled on the spot.
"That's enough, mom! Fighting will not fix this!" Lesley uttered, horrified at the altercation.
"She's right, Margie," Bill said, panting; grateful that Lesley was intervening.
Margaret disengaged from Bill, freeing her hands from his grip.
"Tell me it's not true Bill, that you don't own the company..." Margaret yelled as she stood defiant in his way.
Just then, the new housekeeper poked
