"Sue me if you want, we've already severed our father-son relationship, I have no obligation to support you." Wyatt Perry pointed coldly at the door, "Get out!"
"You... you..." Ranulf Perry was so angry his face turned blue, "Wyatt Perry, now that you're rich, you're smug, right? Don't forget who helped you get here. Without the Perrys, you wouldn't have what you have today. You're such an ungrateful son, you'll die a horrible death sooner or later."
Hearing Ranulf Perry curse him with "die a horrible death," even Claudia Ross, who usually stayed out of their father-son fight, couldn't stand still.
She stood up, stood in front of Wyatt Perry, and said with authority, "You have no right to insult Wyatt. Everything he has today is due to his own efforts. Don't pretend you don't know how much the Perrys have benefited from him over the years. Now that we've reached this point, I'm not going to ask you to leave; you leave on your own!"
