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Little did I expect Scarlett to be spitting fire like she'd swallowed gunpowder.

Hands on her hips, she stood before the father-daughter duo, fuming with rage.

"Have you two lost your damn minds over money?"

"You old geezer, I haven't even asked for compensation, and you have the nerve to come knocking."

"I was so young when I got with you, even carried your child."

"Throwing pennies at me like I'm some beggar on the street?"

Uncle Winchester's face turned beet red in an instant.

My lip twitched. I had no idea their connection ran so deep.

"You're still using that old dirt to blackmail me?"

"Threatening to spill our past to my husband if I don't play nice?"

"Must be cursed or something to end up neighbors with you."

Though Uncle Winchester was using their history to threaten his ex-wife, she seemed to be relishing the drama.

Uncle Winchester lowered his head, muttering under his breath.

"Didn't you say yourself that your husband's got nothing on me?"