Everyone twitched and looked at the grandmother. Scott also threw his glance at her as well. However, she just sipped her tea for a second before speaking. "My sons, the rightful heirs of the family, are all gone now. The son burdened by them is too ignorant. There is no more future for us as it is. I'd have to say… Archibald's pieces are too much for me to handle right now."
Almira would say something, but the grandmother moved her hand to keep Almira from talking. The grandmother stared at Scott. "You were the one who failed to kill Rowan Mercer the moment he posed a threat to you. Instead of getting rid of him, you decided to protect him.
"We won't tolerate this any longer, Scott." Her glare grew sharper. "If you want your inheritance, give me his head. If you fail, he will claim yours instead."
One of Almira's sons frowned. "…if he can't do it, are we just going to let Rowan Mercer prance around with those million-dollar death threats?"
