Marilyn's POV

“You even had the nerve to treat Uncle Joe like that! Where the fuck is your conscience?” I screamed.

Rolan looked at me like I was crazy, he had dragged me from the dining table and pushed me into his study.

“Look Marilyn, I did not ask for you to be here. The last thing I want is for you to stress me while I am barely enduring your presence for old time's sake. I can have you thrown out of here faster than the speed of light and I would not even feel bad about it. And Marilyn, don't you ever speak to me like that again....