"Wilfred, enough. You think threatening me with divorce is going to work? Without me, you're nothing. Without me, your whole family goes down with you."
"Don't forget—without me, the Dickersons are nobody."
Hildegarde was utterly furious.
Back then, the Dickersons had arranged the marriage with the Pruitts to ride their coattails, and over the years, the Pruitts had certainly taken care of them. Without the Pruitts, the Dickersons would be nothing.
"Wilfred, do you have any idea? One word from me, and I can drag your entire family into the abyss."
"I'm giving you one last chance. Get over here and apologize. For the sake of all those years you slaved away for the Pruitts, I might forgive you this once. Otherwise—"
"Hildegarde!"
Before she could finish, Wilfred cut her off coldly. "Don't threaten me with the Dickersons. I've done more than enough for that family over the years. I don't owe them anything."
"If you want to drag them into the abyss, then do it."
He hung up.
"Wilfred, you bastard!"
Her hysterical scream echoed through her office.
...
Wilfred got back in the car.
He released the parking brake, shifted into drive, and floored it.