"... That is correct, why are you asking me to repeat myself? Make it sound as if it's a cover up for her declining mental health," Sylvia grinned wickedly, "that they were afraid of holding a public wedding with that loose cannon," she paused a little to her him, then she rolled her eyes, "at this point, it doesn't matter!" she removed the phone from her ear, "you see Henry dear? You see what your mother has to go through? I'm teaching the man how to do his job and paying him money for it," she placed the phone back on her ear and made a hand gesture indicating that her lawyer was talking too much.
A yellow looking Henry watched his mother with vacant eyes.
