When Yvonne heard Frank's plan, she burst into laughter.
"Dad, that's an evil way to do it..."
"It doesn't matter if it's evil or not, as long as it works.
"What's wrong with being evil? I just want to stop your mom from leaving the country."
"Okay..."
Yvonne was really worried about her dad's intelligence. Her mom was so smart, would she really fall for his tricks?
Early the next morning, Yvonne went back to the Taylor Mansion.
There was no class today, and Zachary went to work as usual, and she arrived home early as she had agreed with her father.
The helpers in the house should have been given early notice of what to do today as well.
Frank had gotten ready early and was lying on the big bed in the bedroom.
He looked a little pale at his fussed look, probably having smeared his lips with something.
Surely a sickly look.
"Well, get on the phone to your mom."
Yvonne held the phone, a little hesitant.
