The Intentions Of Yuliana Heather was nothing more than a picture of helplessness. Alphonse and Bethany, who had lived long enough to deal with all sorts of shameless people, were hardly fazed.

Bethany let out a cold chuckle before turning to Cecilia. “Ceci, don’t waste your time on her. If she wants to make a scene, let her. We should head inside and get some rest.”

Cecilia nodded immediately. “All right.”

Without another word, the group left Heather standing at the doorstep as they walked inside. Heather stood frozen in place, torn between leaving and barging in.

Charlotte hesitated before shutting the front door. She then spoke in a serious tone, “Madam, have some sense of shame. You should go home and take care of yourself.”

Heather’s face drained of color. Furious, she erupted into a loud tirade right outside the villa. “You bunch of scoundrels! Stealing my daughter’s property and leaving an old woman like me out in the cold! You’ll all get what’s coming to you!”

She cursed one insult after another, her voice ringing through the air. But the mansion was massive. Once they were inside, her shouting became little more than a faint noise in the background.