"What are you even talking about..?" Elvis questioned. "What makes you think you can make up whatever you want?"
Elvis demanded, still in denial of whatever information Eden was passing through.
But Eden scoffed. "You probably don't know about any of it," he stared at him. "Well, at least you should know that."
Eden now spoke with certainty. "You should know what your mum has been going through here. How The King talks down on her as he pleases and how Queen Lea orders her to clean her feet whenever she feels pissed off by you."
Elvis clenched his fist. "You can't make things up as you wish—"
"I'm not making up anything," Eden insisted. "All I've said is true. To protect you and let the so-called people reign, your mum is being treated like trash."
He continued, "She kneels down before Queen Lea and gets treated like a servant. Or even worse. She suffers such humiliation silently without letting anyone know."
