"What's the matter? Did you come here to inform us about Mrs. Jenkins’ funeral arrangements?”

Reuben's knees almost buckled beneath him.

“Stop talking nonsense!" he spat out, a vein bulging on his forehead.

“Mrs. Jenkins is in good condition. You're in deep shit, young Lady!"

Upon hearing this, Julie anxiously rushed out of the house. "What happened? Why do you say that?"