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Chapter 9: I mean no trouble

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Chapter 9:I mean no trouble

The next morning, an old lady and a young girl stood in front of the Williams residence. Their faces were etched with irritation as they rang the doorbell repeatedly.

"Are there no human beings in this goddamn house?" the old lady snarled.

The door finally opened to reveal a flustered housekeeper. "Oh my, you're here, ma'am! I'm so sorry I didn't answer the door earlier, I was busy in the garden," she explained.

"Get out of my way, you incompetent fool," the old woman snapped, shoving the housekeeper aside and storming into the house, the young lady trailing behind her.

"Mother? You're here," Jessica said, her voice a mix of surprise and weariness as she strode down the stairs in a white bathrobe. "You didn't tell me you were coming."

The old lady let out a derisive scoff. The young girl, Tamia, had already draped herself over the couch with an air of pure nonchalance.

"So, I should inform you before I come to my own son's house? How pathetic,"
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