Clay's face turned ashen. A vein at his temple throbbed violently, and he jabbed a finger at me, barely containing his fury. "Dorothy, I've been far too lenient with you all these years. That's clearly why you've become so brazen you've forgotten basic respect for your elders. My mother is the most important person in my life. No one disrespects her. Not even you. I don't care that you're my wife."
Rage had consumed him completely. He whipped around to the bodyguards behind him and barked, "Go in there and smash that memorial tablet to pieces. Drag the body out and dump it at Potter's Field! Let's see how her ungrateful daughter exploits the Farley family after that!"
The bodyguards hesitated. They looked at Clay, red-faced and seething, then at me, standing perfectly still. One of them spoke up cautiously. "Dr. Farley, that doesn't seem... I mean, with all due respect, the deceased..."
"What's the problem?" Clay roared. The viciousness in his eyes was barely contained. "Her daughter dared to curse my mother. This is the consequence. Do what I said. If anything comes of it, I'll take full responsibility."