Augusta stared at her daughter, her mind still reeling from Anne's dismissal of her lifelong quest for revenge.
"Then why are you here?" Augusta demanded, her voice a sharp, frustrated whisper.
Anne leaned back, her expression one of pure, transactional coldness. "Money," she replied simply.
Augusta was taken aback. "Money? What money?"
"I can't live in that pathetic house with those pathetic people forever," Anne said, her voice dripping with disdain. "You are a master of schemes. You must have some money hidden away somewhere. A secret account. Some jewels you buried. I need money. Give me money."
A look of genuine, helpless surprise crossed Augusta's face. "But I don't have any money, Anne. Everything was seized by the authorities. Every last coin. I have nothing left."
Anne sneered, a contemptuous curl of her lip. "Then I came all the way here just to hear you nag and complain for nothing."
