Rosemary's mind swirled with confusion and anger.
"If it weren't for you wrecking everything for the Harris, my parents would still be living high on the hog, the toast of Tranquil City. They'd have more dough than they'd know what to do with, and they could've tossed some her way, set her up nice and cozy. This mess is all on you!"
A cold edge laced Rosemary's voice. "From what I hear, you cut ties with Yvonne the moment you waltzed back into the Harris family. And your so-called loving parents washed their hands of her too.
Yet she's still taking care of you, shows she's willing to let bygones be bygones, that she's got a place in her heart for her daughter."
"Cut the crap, I don't want to hear it." Yolanda raged, her voice laced with hysteria. "Aren't you supposed to be some miracle worker?"
She motioned for one of her goons to bring something forward. "Drink this and I'll let them go. We can settle our score later!"
