Vionne thought that once Alex's father was buried, the accusations against her would stop.
"Mom, how dare you ask us to leave our house? Are you losing your mind?" Alex confronted his mother at the dining table. They had just buried his father, and they had only recently arrived at the mansion.
"Come on, Alex. I'm tired, we all are, but yes, kick out that gold-digging wife of yours."
"Mom!? There's still no proof that Vionne pressed the wrong switch. And besides, there's no evidence of fingerprints found. Who? Who would turn off Dad's life support?" Alex slammed both hands on the mahogany table.
"Don't intimidate me, Alex. I'm your mother and I know what's best for you. Do you understand what you're saying? Who else would have gone to your father's room based on the video?" Mrs. Mondra
