As I got home and parked my car by the driveway, my aunt kept calling me. With annoyance, I asked my personal assistant to pick up the call.
“What do you want now?” I asked angrily. “Should you not be taking care of your husband?” I asked sarcastically.
“You b***h, your uncle would not have been in this position for you. You made him so angry that he even had a heart attack, after all we have done for you!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Please keep quiet, mam." I heard from her background that it was probably the paramedics talking to her; she was not even considerate enough to talk in a low tone just so that her husband could recover, yet she had the guts to blame me for her misfortune.
“Mrs. Greene, you never did anything for me; all you guys did was make my life miserable.
