It was Saturday morning. Richard sat down on the sofa hmming a sorrowful tune as tears flow down freely from his eyes as he remembered the death of his father and what Victoria did to him the previous night.

He had decided not to do anything today, even if it means the house would be covered with dust. It didn't matter anymore, Victoria had decided to divorce him. Meanwhile, Victoria remained in her room, bursting into short laughter at regular intervals. She was chatting with her friend Elsa. Richard knew the laughter was made towards annoying him but he refused to be moved.

Then, the doorbell rang. Reluctantly, he answered the call and his eyes met with someone he did not want to see, not today. It was Lady Tashia and her bad mouth. "Good morning grandma, great to see that you are looking happy today," Richard complimented trying to fake a happy look.

"Do you mean I am always sad?" the old lady returned coldly. "I think it is high time you are kicked out of this house. Such a w