Dickson and his mother were the definition of wealthy individuals that were out of touch with reality. As far as they were concerned, the rest of the world had to bow at their feet. They were untouchable and no matter what they did, there would be no consequences for their actions.
"I cannot believe this." Grandma Mayfair whispered.
"E__evil, great evil." Asha Saxon, a very old woman from the fourth branch of the clan croaked out. She closed her eyes and somehow went to sleep after that.
It would be funny if the Saxon's were not too horrified to laugh. Phoebe's thoughts together with Dickson's attitude painted an alarming picture of the future.
The most furious people in the room however were not the Saxon's or the Mayfair's, it was Dickson's victims who were feeling dehumanized. They had been referred to as worthless playthings after all.