Deep breaths, more deep breaths.
Bertha Haines was pacing angrily, considering her understanding of the Moore Family, this return would likely be a 'Hongmen Banquet'.
"Need my help?"
Seeing the little girl in a fit, Amos Smith kindly asked, only to be yelled at by her.
"No need!"
Bertha dialed Ivan Norris directly, but the one who answered wasn't him.
"Saved as 'Little Angel'... Who's this? Your little lover?"
"Give me back my phone! Give me back my damn phone!"
"Damn! You still dare to hit me! Hold him down, beat him to death! Can't even afford to eat and yet act tough here! You think you're still the young master of the Norris Family!"
The voices on the other end were so noisy, possibly because they were on speaker, but their conversation was heard word for word by Bertha Haines.
"Hello? Who are you!"
The anger Bertha hadn't dissipated now rose to the point she was practically steaming.
"Hello! Speak!"
