Celia turned around and looked at Henry with an expression blank as slate.
"Too bad. Those jasmine flowers are already rotting in the trash. Want me to dig them out?"
Henry staggered back, gripping his chest like he had been stabbed. "You heartless wretch. You are doing this to spite me."
Tears streamed down Iris's face as she clung to Henry. "Dad, Celia has gone too far. She is going to give you a heart attack."
Henry coughed violently, his trembling finger jabbing at Celia. "I wish you had never been born. Get out. Get the hell out of my house."
Celia shrugged. "Do not want me as your daughter? Fine. I stopped calling you Dad years ago."
"But kicking me out?" She smirked. "Not happening."
She advanced on them, each step deliberate. "Age has really muddled your brain."
"Or did you
