After that shock, Randall reflexively patted his chest gently. Perhaps the older he became, the more easily frightened he was.
Looking at Arya sitting on the sofa with disheveled hair, Randall’s anger surged as he berated.
"Why are you not asleep at this hour and sit there to scare me out of my wits? Why didn’t you turn on the lights? Are you telling me that the Carter family wants to save electricity or something?”
"That’s right. You’re not short of money,” Arya snapped, upset. “You’re now affluent. You can leave fifteen shares to your eldest daughter. Chloe and I have been by your side for such a long time, yet you did not give us a single penny. Are we just outsiders to you?”
"What are you talking about?!"
Randall had just met with Leah and was in an awful mood. As he was upset,
