"Tell me about it," another chimed in. "I snooped in the walk-in closet—you should see the jewelry. None of it looks cheap."
"I heard she started her own company. She must pull in a fortune every year."
Violet sat at the head of the table, preening under their flattery.
"She makes decent money, I'll give her that." She waved dismissively. "But her temper? Terrible. Young and naive. I'll have my work cut out for me, teaching her how to behave."
Isaac grabbed a fistful of meat and shoved it into his mouth, grease coating his chin. Food debris flew as he spoke.
"Don't worry, Mom. I know how to train a woman." He chewed noisily, eyes gleaming. "She's just flighty because she's unmarried. Once she's my wife, I'll break those bad habits. I have plenty of ways to deal with a disobedient woman."
The relatives cheered.
"Exactly! Just wait until you're living the good life, Violet. Isaac is such a filial son."
"Once they give you a big fat grandson, your life will be complete."
"Don't forget us poor relations when you're rich, Isaac! We're counting on you."
I couldn't watch another second. My fingers trembled as I dialed the police to report a break-in, then ordered my driver to speed back.