"I said I didn't kill anyone!"
Christopher Weaver roared, "Get out of here! You married someone named Hunter, and now you're arrogant enough to hit your sister! Will you hit me next time?"
Isabella Weaver suppressed her thoughts about Leon Hunter, picked up a chair, raising it in the air: "Hand over all my mother's belongings!"
"You you you!"
Christopher Weaver's eyes nearly bulged out!
"Are you going to smash me?!"
"Hand them over!"
"Weren't they already given to Harry Hunter? There's nothing left!"
With a loud crash, the chair Isabella held smashed into the coffee table in front of Christopher Weaver.
The glass tabletop, along with the teapot and teacups placed atop it, all shattered.
"Will you hand them over or not?"
"I already said there's nothing left!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Another series of crashes, as Isabella smashed the living room's LCD TV, refrigerator, and vase ornaments to pieces.
