Abigail and Brian were tossed out like sacks of potatoes by the security guards. As soon as the guards left, Brian immediately scrambled up from the ground, his voice anxious. "Mom, what should we do? Olivia wouldn't even let us in! If I can't pay back the money, my hands... they'll be chopped off!"
A glint of shrewdness flashed in Abigail's eyes. She spat on the ground. "That heartless wretch! Don't panic! There's no use panicking now!" With that, Abigail pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
The call was quickly connected. Abigail's voice turned flattering as she began to sob. "Paul, it's not that we didn't follow your instructions... It's just that the heartless wretch... Now that she's rich, she won't even acknowledge us, her poor relatives. We couldn't even get through the door.
