Ivy, rising from her wheelchair with fire in her eyes, yanked Tilda's hair.

"Tilda, you menace, quit acting like you're in charge! Your mother will be dead soon and Dad will marry my mom. I'll take my rightful place!"

Tilda felt an agonizing tug on her scalp. She attempted to break free, but the middle-aged woman had pinned her arms, leaving her completely immobilized.

But Tilda's legs were free, and she quickly kicked Ivy's injured leg.

Ivy, barely standing, screamed in pain and collapsed.