"What does Tyshawn Scott have to do with me? I wouldn't even look at him if he died in front of me, so how could I waste money on someone like him?" Mila Gray interrupted Anabelle Martin's soliloquy: "It's good that you're back, otherwise Tyshawn would have just died like that, making it so boring? He should continue to live a miserable life for the rest of his days, accompanying you through the hardships of your remaining years, that's what I want to see."
Anabelle Martin's face turned blue with anger, and she cursed without restraint: "This is my house, get the hell out of here!"
"Unfortunately, you'll soon no longer be the mistress of this house. Because before long, I'll be the owner of this mansion. Did you forget that this mansion was originally the property of the Grays? In that case, you and Tyshawn Scott will serve as my servants in my house, working like beasts of burden, serving me."