"Did you invite them?" Sarah questioned her husband, Abel, the moment they stepped into their room.
"Why would I do that?" Abel replied, a hint of confusion in his voice.
"Then why are they here?" Sarah's frustration was palpable.
"I honestly have no idea, Sarah," Abel responded with a puzzled expression.
"They can't be here. Nick can't see her. You need to tell them to leave," Sarah insisted, well aware of the impact Diana had on their son, Nick.
"I'm not going out of my way for your spoiled son," Abel retorted, clearly irking his wife.
"Really, Abel?" Sarah's frown deepened.
"Honey, it wouldn't look good if we asked them to leave," Abel reasoned, trying to soothe her by placing his reassuring hands on her shoulders.
"I don't care; I want them out of my house, Abel. After what that girl did to our son, she shouldn't have the right to show her face here," Sarah stated firmly, shrugging off his hands.
