"What does what I asked Jackson to do have anything to do with you?" Shane looked at Josephine.
"We're very close, Mr. Fuller. You should have known this before. He fell from his motorcycle. Since he thought that you and Charlotte were at home, it would be fine if I watched you for a while. We didn't expect this to happen," Josephine answered defensively. Obviously, she was dissatisfied with the fact that Charlotte had got someone to pick her up.
"Lottie, you got Zayden to..."
"Shane." Charlotte stared into his eyes and enunciated, "I'm very disappointed in you. Zayden, let's go."
Zayden threw a remote at Shane and said with a faint smile, "I don't know if you know, Mr. Fuller, but you'd better not anger a woman, especially your own. Otherwise, you might find yourself dead without knowing why."
Shane narrowed his eyes and strode forward. He pushed Zayden aside and grabbed Charlotte's hand. "Don't start a tantrum. Wait..."
"Mrs. Fuller Senior is dead, right?"