Confrontation

“Why do you care about my late husband?”

“Because he was my grandfather?”

“Yes, but you never met him.”

“Maybe it's because you killed him?”

“I didn't kill him. But, ugh, fine. If you're so bothered, it can't hurt to tell you.”

“I had your father assassinate him.”

“That's what I thought... But why?”

“I wanted his money.”

“That's it? Just money? But hang on a second, what happened to the whole 'women doing things for themselves' crap you were saying?”

“I did do it for myself. I took what I wanted, I didn't feel like sitting around waiting for him to bite the dust like that idiot porn star is doing. So I employed your father's services.”

“And he just killed his wife's father. Great.”

“Oh, no. This was before you were born, before Ellis, even. He didn't kill his wife's father. He took your mother as payment for killing him.”

“...what.”

“Yes, you heard. I didn't wish to part with any of the inheritance so I thought Sheri would do instead. It worked out well for all of us. Mostly.”

“Including us, Grandmother? The three people who were born out of that sham?”

“No-one ever cared about any of you. Your father wanted a wife and children for status, nothing more. Your mother just popped out a couple of brats for him and preferred her failing writing career. And, well, I couldn't care less.”

“Ugh, shut up! You made that perfectly clear! You're disgusting, you know that? As if my opinion of you could sink even lower.”

“Always had a mouth on you. You want to be careful how you talk to me.”

“....just... tell me where Miles comes into it.”

“Miles?”

“Yes, bloody Miles. Literally bloody Miles, because you know perfectly well I witnessed him mutilating Tate. And it's bothered me ever since. What. Happened?”

“I had Miles declared insane, of course. Put in an institution. He was going to walk away with a large portion and I couldn't have that. It wasn't particularly difficult. I mean, you saw him. It's not really a stretch of the imagination to think he's crazy.”

“No. I suppose not.”

“So years later,  after my arrangement with Tate had worked out nicely, the hospital was shut down and Miles returned for revenge.  Hence what you saw when you were eight. Tate took my money, as well as his own, to make Miles go away, and we were bankrupted. Then we came to Sunset Valley, and you know the rest.”

“And you lived with us until he could pay you back your share. Right. But Edward suffered, too. No-one seems to remember that detail.”

“Nobody cares to, you idiot. He was always the black sheep of the Farrington family.”

“Good for him. It's better than being a proud member of it. Ugh... so Miles was just happy to accept the money? Really?”

“It seems so, because none of us have seen him since.”

“And he never went after you, even though you had his dad killed? I don't buy it.”

“No, he didn't. Who knows why? I've never understood that little psychopath. Even as a child he was twisted.”

“That's rich, coming from the woman who sold her daughter as payment for having her husband assassinated.”

“Indeed. Well, now you know the truth. Let me get back to my evening now. Go cry with your hideous siblings.”

“No, fuck you! Yeah, I wanted the truth, but did you really think I'd just take it?!”

“Yes, because that's what you've always done and always will. You're nothing. Don't you see, child? You were nothing more than the product of a business arrangement gone sour. That ended with your mother's life, which I was happy to let Tate do, by the way. We're both laughing now, all the way to the bank.”

“All the way to hell, more like! What is wrong with you both?! I always thought there was something wrong with me, that I was a bad person, naturally that way. No. None of us ever had a chance with this family.”

“And that's just it. Life's a bitch, and then you die!”

“No! You're a bitch, and you deserve to fucking die!”

[BANG]

“What? No, I didn't mean...”

“Too late. Olivia Atwood, your time is up.”

“No! I only pushed her! How can she be dead?! This is wrong, right? You're not serious? You don't need to be here!”

“Just here to do my job. Honestly though, it doesn't surprise me to see you here at all.”

“I...”

“No... It was an accident... I just pushed her, that's it... no...”