Yolanda was, of course, aware of Vivian's disappearance.
But she couldn't care less. She wished nothing more than for this simpleton to get run over by a car the moment she stepped out, or to be kidnapped, either was fine with her.
"She probably just went to the restroom. She'll be back soon. Ethan, why don't you sit down and relax while we wait?" she suggested, reaching out to take Ethan's arm.
Ethan brushed her hand off with a look of disgust, "You may call me Mr. Benton, or even brother-in-law, but don't call me Ethan, you're not worthy."
Yolanda felt a sting of humiliation, her face turned pale instantly.
But it didn't matter, She had no shame.
"Alright then, I'll call you Mr. Benton. It's a fond memory we share. Do you remember the first time we met, you complimented my ey
