Agnes slammed the newspaper onto the table, her face flushed with anger. "What is this?" she demanded, her voice sharp.
Sutton, who had been idly flipping through a fashion magazine, looked up with feigned surprise. "What is what?" she asked, her voice dripping with affected innocence.
"Don't play dumb with me, Sutton," Agnes retorted, her eyes narrowing.
Sutton eyed her sister in law with undisguised hostility then she turned to her husband. "Albert dear, I have no idea what your pit bull of a sister wants with me, but haven't I warned that i don't ever want her in my home?"
Albert Marlowe opened his mouth to speak, but Agnes cut him off. "Enough of your lies, you two-timing wretch," she spat at Sutton then she turned to Albert. "I always told you that Brandon was not your son, but you were too far up in her ass to see the truth."
