"Yes, ma'am," Morgan replied hastily.
"Butler Lawson, get mourning sackcloth for Stella and the grandson-in-law…" Mrs. Vaughn instructed before heading inside.
Rhea Vaughn stomped her foot in fury. "I'm not going up. I'm leaving… There's no place for me in this family anymore…" Ripping off her mourning sackcloth, she bolted.
Sandra Vaughn was so furious she looked like she might faint. "Stop her! Rhea, today is your grandfather's funeral! You're not going anywhere."
But Rhea Vaughn was like a woman possessed; no one could stop her. Morgan even got a slap across the face for trying.
Sean Quinn watched, shaking his head. 'They were born from the same mother, so how can their personalities be so different? This girl is completely spoiled. If she keeps this up, she'll end up a good-for-nothing.'
