The thick atmosphere within the Flynn Villa had reached a boiling point. Nanny Flynn, the matriarch whose word was law for decades, sat trembling with a rage that bordered on the apoplectic. To her, this wasn't just a dispute over a property; it was a fundamental assault on her divine right to rule the Flynn family. If she allowed this branch of the family—the one she had always considered the weakest and most expendable—to walk out now with their dignity and their assets intact, her authority would be shattered forever.
"You think you can just leave?" she screeched, her voice cracking into a high-pitched, jagged edge. "You think you can insult the blood that gave you life and simply walk out the door? If I don't break you today, I have failed the ancestors of this house!"
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