Chapter Nineteen

“What happened at that party last night!” Madam Rosey shouted, glaring at her grandchildren.

The living room was awfully quiet as they all hung their head low, avoiding their grandmother's icy gaze.

“Someone better start talking?” Rosey said, slamming her hand against the chair arm.

There was a long pause, then Charles gazed at Catherine and smirked.

“All this is Catherine's fault.” He mumbled, pitifully staring at his grandmother.

A look of disbelief settled on Jeff's face as he threw his cousin a hard look and thought, ‘What are you even talking about now?’

Then he gazed at Richard and Chloe, and from their expression, Jeff could tell that they were thinking the same thing.

“How is Catherine to blame here? She got all four accounts.” Edward asked, scowling at his nephew.

“That's the problem, uncle. She got all three accounts that weren't assigned to her.”