Chapter 83

"What just happened? I heard she physically confronted you," Philip inquired, escorting his mother back to her office. Frustration welled up within him as he pleaded, "Come on, Mom, speak up. I can't simply overlook this."

Betty proposed, "Let's allow the situation to settle down. Pretend as if nothing occurred." However, Philip disagreed, unwilling to support that idea.

"Are you to blame, Mother? That would be the only reason you wouldn't want to pursue legal action against them. And besides..." Philip's words were interrupted by Betty.

"Legal action, huh?" Betty interrupted, raising a questioning eyebrow. "You want to take legal action against the same individuals who spared you after you nearly sabotaged their wedding? You want to confront the people who will soon hold authority over this company, with the ability to evict us?" She paused momentarily, walked over to the small refrigerator in her office, retrieved a bottle of water, and slowly drank it down.

Philip struggled to find