CHLOE's POV
We both heard a car pull up in front of the house, and a few minutes later, the door opened, showing a young woman wearing a red dress and holding two grocery bags. When she entered the room, my pulse started racing since she hadn’t yet noticed that Chad and I were seated together on the couch.
‘‘Uncle! I got the hammer but I couldn’t find a…’’ Scarlet stopped moving, her eyes growing wide as she finally took in our presence. She stared for several seconds, then her eyes hardened in anger.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she spat angrily, setting the bags carelessly on a side stool before she turned to Mr. Ferrer. ‘‘How could you allow them to come in here? You’re aware of how I feel about her!’’’
Mr. Ferrer raised both of his hands. ‘‘They just showed up a few minutes ago with the intention of speaking with you. I felt that it would be in our best interest to listen to what she had to say...’’