"Once you're gone, I can be with my daughter," James added. "If you don't catch anything deadly, feel free to call me here again. I would serve you for free."
"You're a scoundrel," she hissed angrily.
"I always have been… but just for you," he replied, his expression unchanged, though now a light smirk played on his lips.
"Get lost."
"Make a decision whether you want to tell Natalie the truth or I should be the one to do it," He turned to leave. "I will return soon."
As he opened the door, he found Eric standing outside.
James stopped and said to him, "Give her a strong antibiotic or whatever—unless she wants to catch an infection after kissing me."
Smash!
A glass shattered on the floor as the furious woman hurled it toward James. The shards scattered near where he stood.
"Get out of my home!" Her angry voice echoed through the room.
