Mr. Mitchell had no choice but to set aside the dinner he was holding. With his son's life hanging in the balance, how could he possibly be in the mood for dinner? "Since you're here and you've seen him, just leave the money and go," he said to Nia.
Molly Harguez put down the dinner she was holding, stood up, and walked over to Nia Mitchell.
"What? Do you take me for a charity?" Molly Harguez demanded. "Expecting someone to just show up, take a look, say nothing, drop the money, and leave?"
Seeing Molly Harguez acting this way, not just Nia Mitchell, but anyone would have found it impossible to remain pleasant.
"Let me tell you, I don't have any money," Nia Mitchell spoke first.
"What do you mean you don't have any money? Huh? We raised you for so many years, and now, at a crucial time like this, you have no money? You ungrateful wretch!" Molly Harguez exclaimed, instantly furious, her face contorted with rage.
