Chapter 63: Ander Yale, I Want to Thank You With Myself

As soon as Eileen Scurr heard that, her pretty face filled with panic. She was kind by nature. She hated that gambling-addicted father of hers, yes, but when she heard they wanted to cut out his organs, she still could not stand it. Naomi Zimmerman snarled, hatred twisting her features. "Not a single cent. Don't give them a single cent." "As for your dad, let him die. That useless beast can go straight to hell." Eileen sobbed. "Mom, but he's still my dad." Naomi glared at her, eyes full of bitterness....