Richard's face flushed bright red.
Then it drained into a sickly white.
A moment later, it turned an ugly shade of green.
He crushed the non-compete agreement in his fist until the paper was wrinkled beyond recognition.
Margaret stopped crying instantly.
Her lips trembled so badly she couldn't even form a sentence.
I stood up slowly and placed my coffee cup back on the table.
"Mom, didn't you always say that talking about money ruins family relationships?"
I looked directly into her eyes.
"Then today, we'll talk about the law. And didn't you also say that people who cook for a living were worthless? Then tell me, what kind of job does the person you're begging on your knees for help have now?"
Margaret's mouth opened slightly.
But no words came out.
Richard raised a trembling f
