As soon as he got home, he heard the news on television again. He frowned and barked, "Turn it off."
Ann wasn't looking very good. A few wrinkles seemed to have crawled on to her face since the court case. She dared not venture out, but stayed in the house and sulked.
"Honey, what shall we do? Please think of a solution. Or we can pay some money to sort it out?"
Frank threw an impatient glance at her. "It's not that simple."
It was a big deal this time, with too many things and people involved. Meanwhile, someone was helping Nathalia behind the scene. It wasn't something that money could sort out this time, at least not in a short time.
Anger was brewing inside Ann. The more she thought about it, the madder she grew.
"It was that devil's fault. We raised her up. We fed her, and now what did she do to us?!" Ann grumped.
