Ronald Wright threw George Harrison a sideways glance. “Done yelling yet?”
George wasn’t having it. He kept shouting, totally losing it.
“You’re such a scumbag! Wanting everything like you’re some kind of emperor—newsflash, you’re not! If you really loved my sister and treated her like the only one, fine, I’d give it to you. But two-timing and still playing games with her? Gross. You’ve got no shame! She was seriously unlucky to end up with you. Good thing the divorce happened. I swear, I’ll protect her now—you’re not getting another chance, not while I’m around.”
While George was busy blasting Ronald with all he had, I had no clue what was going down between them.
Originally, I wanted to have a meal with Grandpa Wright, but after getting all worked up, he wasn’t feeling well
