"Stella..."
At the doorway, Sean Quinn strode in. His gaze was cool. He pulled an angry Stella Lockwood to his side, wrapping an arm around her. He then gently stroked her arm with his palm, as if to soothe her.
Then, he looked up, fixing his eyes on the grim-faced Don Joyce, and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to expose this fraud for who she really is..." Don Joyce yelled.
But he was cut off by Sean Quinn's icy voice, "Show some respect. What 'fraud'? Call her 'Aunt'..."
What?
Stella Lockwood froze, turning to look at Sean Quinn, wondering if she'd misheard. "Aunt?"
"'Aunt?' Is she worthy?" Don Joyce was disgusted by the title.
"Don Joyce, if you're not here to offer your blessings, then get the hell out of here. I know my wife's character better than anyone. Who the hell do you think you are, coming here to tell me what to do..."
