I stared at the barrel pressed against his temple, and for the first time, I hesitated.
"Ma'am, Old Mrs. Henson has arrived."
The butler's voice came from the doorway at just the right moment.
"Show her in, quickly!"
Matriarch Farley looked visibly relieved.
The first thing my grandmother did when she walked in was smack me on the back of the head, followed by a swift kick to my shin.
"You ungrateful brat!"
"The Farley family honored you by accepting this marriage, and this is how you repay them? You vanished on your wedding night, and now you have the nerve to bring up divorce? You've dragged the entire Henson name through the mud!"
After she finished tearing into me, she turned to Matriarch Farley.
"Matriarch Farley, this is my failure. I didn't raise my granddaughter properly. She doesn't know her place, and she's caused you and Sylvester terrible trouble."
"I'm old now, and I clearly can't keep her in line anymore. So I'd like to hand over controlling interest in several of Henson Corp's core investment projects to you, as our family's way of making amends. From this point on, whether this brat lives or dies is no longer my concern!"