Rude Sales Assistant in Jewelry Store Mocked My Grandma — The Lesson I Taught Her Was Priceless

My grandma went to a renowned jewelry store to pick out rings for her 50th wedding anniversary. Instead of returning home with a smile, she was in tears after a rude saleswoman had insulted her. My blood boiled, so I decided to teach that arrogant woman an unforgettable lesson.

So, here’s a little story about my grandma Gracie and grandpa Jamie. They were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary next month and decided to renew their vows. Cute, right?

When they first got married, they couldn’t afford wedding rings. So, this vow renewal was extra special as they were finally going to get their first wedding rings. I was thrilled for these two lovebirds!

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Now, I wanted to make their anniversary super special. But, here’s the thing: I was swamped with work and stuck in a client meeting.

So, I begged my grandma to go to the jewelry store herself to pick the best wedding rings. I planned to buy them the next day as a surprise gift.

“Grams, just choose the rings and take some pics, alright?” I urged her. “You’ll find something beautiful, I know it!”

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Her eyes sparkled with excitement. “Oh, Rachel, this is going to be wonderful. I promise I’ll find the perfect rings,” she said, her voice trembling with happiness.

Seeing her so thrilled melted my heart. I watched her leave with a spring in her step, humming a soft tune, and I couldn’t help but smile.

This meant the world to her, and I trusted she’d find something that would make their day even more memorable.

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Later that evening, I came home smiling, expecting to hear all about the rings Grandma Gracie had chosen.

The first thing I did upon reaching home was run to her, expecting she would start chirping about the rings she loved.

Instead, I found my grandma looking upset, her eyes wet with tears.

“Grandma, what happened?” I asked, my heart sinking.

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She took a deep breath, her voice shaking as she revealed, “Rachel, I went to that fancy jewelry store downtown, and I found a ring I adored. I asked the sales assistant, a young woman named Cara, if I could try it on.”

“What did she say?” I pressed.

“She looked at me with such disdain,” Grandma said, her eyes welling up again.

“She said, ‘Oh, just watch it, old lady! Don’t touch it with your clammy hands. Only people who can afford such jewelry can try it on! Judging by your looks, you certainly don’t look like you could buy this expensive Harry Winston piece!’”

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My blood boiled. “She said that to you?? How dare she!” I fumed.

Grandma nodded, wiping her tears. “I felt so humiliated, Rachel. I just wanted to find a ring for our special day.”

Besides insulting my grandma, that rude woman had told her to take her hands off the glass case, claiming she’d dirtied it, and wiped it in front of her and the other shoppers.

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My poor grandma told me she left the store in tears, feeling utterly embarrassed and broken.

That was it. My blood started to boil. How dare they treat her like that?

I decided then and there that this arrogant sales assistant needed to learn a valuable lesson she’d never forget.

So, I came up with a perfect plan.

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The next day, I took the day off work and dressed in my best outfit. I went to the bank and withdrew a substantial amount of cash.

Think five figures, enough to blind that mean salesperson with a dazzling possibility of a commission she wouldn’t soon forget.

Then, I headed to the same jewelry store my grandma had visited, but I didn’t go alone. I brought along a few friends to help me put my plan into action.

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“Rachel, are you sure about this?” my friend Emily asked as we walked towards the store.

“Absolutely. No one treats my grandma like that and gets away with it,” I said, nodding.

Pushing open the door, I scanned the store. Bingo! There she was, the name tag gleaming with the word “Cara” in bold letters, almost as bright as her fake smile and her yellow suit.

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I approached the counter, cash in hand. “Excuse me, I’d like to see your finest wedding rings,” I said, loud enough for everyone to hear, especially Cara.

The snooty sales assistant came rushing to me the moment she saw me and my dressed-up appearance.

She greeted me with a fake smile, clearly judging me by my looks, and chirped, “Welcome, ma’am. How can I assist you today?”

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I returned her smile with a smirk. “Just browsing,” I said nonchalantly, walking around the store. “I want the best wedding rings.”

Cara looked at me, then at the cash. Her eyes widened, and she plastered on a fake smile, saying, “Of course, ma’am. Right this way.”

She followed closely, bragging about the fine finish and beauty of each piece. Her voice was a droning noise in the background, and I was already bored.

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Finally, I stopped and looked directly at her. “Enough with the sermons. Show me your best engagement rings.”

She led me to the ring section with an eager nod, pointing out various pieces. “This one is exquisite, and this one has…”

I interrupted, “No, show me that Harry Winston piece.” I pointed to the exact ring my grandma had liked the previous day.

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Cara’s eyes widened as she exclaimed, “Ah, an excellent choice, ma’am!” She took out the ring and held it delicately.

I looked at it for a moment, then at her. “Let me see it up close,” I said.

As she handed me the ring, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction. She had no idea what was coming next.

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“Perfect,” I said, examining the ring. “I’ll take it.”

Her eyes lit up with greed. “Excellent choice, ma’am. Would you like to see any other pieces?” she cooed.

I tried it on and acted impressed. “Beautiful! Oh, I need another one for my grandpa.”

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Cara’s eyes literally lit up with dollar signs. She quickly found a matching ring for my grandpa and showed it to me.

As I examined the piece, I saw her demeanor was completely different from how she had treated my grandma.

I pulled out the cash and paid for the rings on the spot. She was all smiles and kept telling me what a great choice I’d made and bla bla bla.

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“Excellent choices, ma’am. These rings are simply stunning. Your grandparents will be thrilled,” she gushed, clearly pleased with the hefty sale.

I smiled back because the showtime was just about to begin. “Thank you. I’m sure they will love them,” I replied, my voice sugary sweet.

“Is there anything else I can help you with today?” she asked, her eyes still shining with greed.

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I paused for a moment, savoring the impending reveal. “Actually, there is something,” I said, my tone shifting slightly.

Cara’s smile faltered. “Oh? What’s that?”

I leaned in, lowering my voice. “You’ll see.”

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I looked around and saw my friends, who were dressed as secret shoppers and potential customers, spread out around the store. I coughed, a secret hint to them to get into action.

They each approached the sales assistant, asking to see various expensive items, pretending to be very interested.

This kept her busy and distracted while I executed the next part of my plan.

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I went outside to the parking lot where my grandma was sitting in my car and returned to the store with her.

She was a little nervous and clutched her purse tightly. “Rachel, I don’t want to get humiliated again by the jewelry store staff,” she nervously said.

I offered her a reassuring smile and replied, “Don’t worry, Grandma. You’re in for a little surprise. Just watch.”

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She looked at me, confused and anxious. “Honey, what’s going on?” she asked.

I winked at her and said, “Trust me. You’ll see!”

We walked back to the store. My friends were doing a fantastic job keeping Cara occupied. I showed my Grandma the same ring section, right where it all began.

She glanced up and started following me, quite intrigued and unsure of what was about to happen.

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I told my grandma to go straight to the ring section, sit on the stool, and try on the ring in the blue velvet box on the table.

“I’ll be back in five minutes,” I assured her.

You see, it was the ring I’d just bought, waiting to be gift-wrapped. Grandma was nervous, but I nudged her.

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She approached the ring section, opened the velvet box, and tried the diamond ring on.

Right on cue, the sales assistant noticed this and stormed over, her blazing eyes speaking volumes.

“You? What are you doing in here, hobo? How dare you touch this ring with your pathetic hands?” she barked at my grandma.

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This was it. My plan had worked! I gave a grand appearance from the doorway and loudly announced, “There you are, Grandma! I have a surprise for you! I bought the rings you loved so much. Did you like them?”

The sales assistant’s face went pale as she turned to my grandma, her eyes now filled with regret and shock. She started to stammer an apology, but I cut her off.

“Shut up! How dare you insult my grandma?” I snapped, my voice echoing in the store.

Cara looked like she wanted to disappear. “I-I didn’t know…”

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“That’s right. You didn’t know,” I interrupted. “You judged my grandma by her appearance and treated her like dirt. You should be ashamed.”

My grandma, still holding the ring, looked at me, her eyes wide. “Rachel, what’s going on?” she gasped.

I took a deep breath and said, “Just a lesson in respect, Grandma. Something this store desperately needed.”

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The sales assistant started trembling as everyone in the store, including my friends disguised as shoppers, flocked around us.

“You know,” I said loud enough for everyone in the store to hear, “this is the same grandma you refused to help and humiliated yesterday because you thought she couldn’t afford anything. Well, I just bought two of the most expensive rings in the store for her.”

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Cara’s face turned a sickly shade of white when I took out my phone and showed the video I had recorded, blurting out:

“Oh, by the way, your little act is recorded on my phone and is just a click away from going viral! I hope you will now learn the importance of respect and stop judging people by their appearance!”

The crowd murmured, and some even shook their heads in disapproval at Cara. Mr. Riley, the manager of the store, heard the commotion and rushed over.

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“What’s going on here?” he asked.

I explained everything that had happened, from the rude treatment to the way the sales assistant had embarrassed my grandma.

The manager’s face flushed with shame. “I am so sorry for this unacceptable behavior,” he said, turning to my grandma. “We deeply apologize and assure you this matter will be dealt with immediately. Please accept a discount on any future purchases as a token of our regret.”

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My grandma, still holding the ring, looked overwhelmed but managed a small smile. “Thank you,” she said softly.

But I didn’t stop there.

I immediately took to social media and wrote a detailed review of the store then and there, mentioning the sales assistant by name and recounting the entire incident along with the video I’d captured.

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With a withering look at the woman who hung her head low, I grabbed the rings and proudly led my grandma out of the store. The manager came rushing behind us, pleading for forgiveness. But I ignored him and drove away.

The post went viral, and the store’s reputation took a hit.

A few days later, I received a call from the jewelry store manager. “Ms. Aniston, I’ve called to inform you that our sales assistant Ms. Cara has been let go due to the overwhelming backlash on social media. On behalf of our store, I sincerely apologize and assure you such incidents will never happen again.”

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The next day, Grandma and I strolled back into the jewelry store.

This time, the manager himself greeted us and said, “Ms. Aniston, Mrs. Parker, please, let me personally apologize again for the other day’s incident. It was completely unacceptable.”

Grandma’s smile was a little wobbly, but her eyes held a spark.

I wrapped my arm around her, a fierce satisfaction settling in my gut. I’d taught that bully of a saleswoman a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget.

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As we walked out, my grandma said with a smile. “Rachel, you didn’t have to do all this… but thank you. You really showed them.”

I smiled back and opening the car door for her, I replied, “No one treats you like that, Grandma. And now, they know it.”

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Not gonna lie, the whole experience was a wild ride. But hey, at least it was a lesson learned the hard way: appearances can be deceiving, and kindness goes a long way. Plus, the internet never forgets!

The best part, though? Grandma never lost her sparkle, and we found the perfect rings for her vow renewal. After all, sometimes the best revenge is a killer pair of diamond rings and justice served with a little bit of internet sass on the side! What do you think?

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Woman Hated Her Mother-in-Law Until One Day When Her Life Was Turned Upside Down — Story of the Day

Mary’s marriage to Ed came with a price: his mother Scarlett who never hid her disdain. From wedding-day insults to constant criticism, Scarlett seemed set on making Mary’s life difficult. Tensions grew with each visit… until something even more shocking unfolded.

Mary and her husband, Ed, drove in silence toward his mother Scarlett’s house. Though they hadn’t arrived yet, Mary was already looking forward to the ride back. Scarlett, after all, simply despised her.

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At their wedding, Scarlett had even shown up wearing a veil; Mary had been grateful she hadn’t arrived in a full wedding dress. Scarlett was one of those mothers who couldn’t let go of her “little boy,” no matter how grown-up he was.

As they pulled into the driveway, Mary reluctantly stepped out, trailing behind Ed. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever latest insult Scarlett had in store.

Forcing a smile, she braced herself, hoping her expression would carry her through this visit. Scarlett opened the door with a wide grin and immediately wrapped her arms around Ed.

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“Oh, my baby! You’re finally here! I’ve missed you more than you know!” she exclaimed, holding him close.

“Mom, it’s only been a week,” Ed replied, easing himself out of her hug.

Scarlett gave Ed a brief look before turning her gaze to Mary, her expression shifting. “Well, Mary, I see you’ve gained a few pounds,” she said with a smirk.

Mary let out a quiet sigh, resisting the urge to respond. She forced a tight smile instead. “Good to see you too, Scarlett.”

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Dinner felt endless as Scarlett launched into her usual list of complaints. “Mary doesn’t know how to cook. She doesn’t work somewhere respectable. She doesn’t even know how to dress herself properly,” Scarlett declared, taking quick glances at Ed for support.

Mary gripped her fork tightly, biting her tongue. She knew any response would just add fuel to Scarlett’s fire. But then Scarlett said something that made Mary’s patience snap—words sharper than anything before.

Scarlett looked across the table, her eyes fixed on Mary. “Well,” she said slowly, “I think it’s high time you gave me a grandchild. Or maybe,” she added with a smirk, “Mary has… some issues?”

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Mary’s heart sank. They had been trying for a baby for six months with no success, and Scarlett’s words stung like salt in a wound. “How dare you!” Mary burst out. “Stop meddling in our lives! Maybe it’s your son who has the problem!”

Scarlett leaned back, eyes narrowing. “That’s absurd! My son is perfectly healthy, thank you very much. But you, Mary… who knows what you were up to before meeting Eddie?”

Mary’s face flushed with anger. “You’re a damn witch!” she shouted, her voice trembling. She turned to Ed, who hadn’t said a word. “Are you just going to sit there and let her say this?”

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Scarlett shot her son a pointed look. “Yes, Eddie, tell your crazy wife to show some respect,” she said, her tone mocking.

Ed shrugged, still scrolling through his phone. “Work it out yourselves.”

Scarlett leaned toward Mary, her voice low. “My neighbor mentioned herbal teas. She swears they help people like you.”

Mary opened her mouth to retort but felt a sudden wave of nausea. She clenched her stomach, forcing the words out. “Why don’t you… drink your own tea?”

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Unable to hold it back, Mary bolted to the bathroom. When she returned, still pale, she looked at Ed. “I want to go home.”

“Okay,” he said, barely glancing up.

Scarlett tilted her head, a fake look of concern crossing her face. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?”

Mary’s eyes narrowed. “You probably poisoned me,” she muttered, too tired to argue further.

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On the way home, Mary’s mind raced. She had to know for sure. “Ed, can you stop at the pharmacy?” she asked quietly.

He sighed but pulled into the parking lot. She hurried inside, grabbed a pregnancy test, and paid quickly. Back at home, she went straight to the bathroom. She held her breath, waiting. Then, the results appeared—two lines. She gasped, feeling a rush of excitement and relief.

She rushed to show Ed, her face glowing. “Ed, we’re going to have a baby!”

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Ed glanced at the test, his expression unreadable. “Oh. That’s… good,” he mumbled, barely meeting her eyes.

Mary’s heart sank a little. She was overjoyed, but Ed’s reaction felt like a shadow over her happiness.

A few weeks had passed since Mary found out she was pregnant, and she was finally starting to adjust to the idea of becoming a mother. It was their first doctor’s appointment, and she was sitting on the bed, waiting for Ed to finish his shower so they could leave together.

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She hoped he’d show some excitement, but he seemed distant lately, preoccupied and withdrawn

As she waited, Ed’s phone buzzed beside her, lighting up with a message. Usually, she respected his privacy. But the way he’d been acting made her hesitate.

Without fully realizing it, she reached for his phone. She tried to unlock it and was surprised to find a passcode. She couldn’t remember him ever using one before. On a whim, she tried his birth date. The screen unlocked immediately.

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The message stared back at her: a picture of a half-dressed woman, smiling in a way that made her stomach twist. Below the picture, a message read, “Can’t wait to see you, baby.”

Her hands trembled as she scrolled through the conversation, each word feeling like a fresh betrayal. Ed had told this woman he was wealthy, a construction company owner—a far cry from his real job.

Heart pounding, she took screenshots, saving them on her phone as evidence of his lies and deceit.

When Ed came out of the bathroom, she was waiting, holding his phone. Her face was pale, her eyes filled with hurt and anger.

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“What is this?!” she shouted, thrusting the phone toward him.

His expression turned hard, and he grabbed the phone from her hand. “None of your business,” he snapped.

Mary’s voice rose, filled with pain. “None of my business? You’re cheating on me! And I’m pregnant, Ed—your pregnant wife!”

His eyes narrowed. “Maybe you’re the one cheating on me,” he shot back, a sneer forming on his face. “How do I even know this baby’s mine?”

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Mary felt her whole world spin. “Are you serious? We’ve been trying for six months. Now you’re saying this?” Her voice broke.

Ed crossed his arms. “Six months, no luck, and now all of a sudden it just happens? Convenient.”

“You’ve been seeing this woman for more than six months, Ed. I saw everything. You’ve lied to her, too! Told her you’re rich, that you own a company!” Mary’s voice trembled.

Ed shrugged, coldly unmoved. “Doesn’t matter. I’m filing for divorce. This marriage is over.”

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“You really think that woman will stick around when she learns the truth about you?” Mary shot back.

“Trust me, she won’t find out. And when this is over, I’ll take this house and everything else you have. Plus, my mom’s money.” He smirked.

Mary’s voice rose in protest. “This house was bought by my father!”

“Yeah? It’s in both our names,” Ed replied with a smug smile.

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Mary’s voice softened as she asked, “What about the baby?”

Ed just shrugged. “You can’t prove it’s mine until it’s born. By then, it’ll be too late.” And with that, he threw her out, leaving her in tears.

Desperate and hurt, Mary made a choice—to go to Scarlett and show her everything. Scarlett had to know the truth about her son.

She sat across from Scarlett, her heart pounding as she told her everything—Ed’s lies, his cheating, his threats to take the house. She held her breath, waiting for Scarlett to dismiss her. But to her surprise, she listened, her face growing pale.

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Scarlett looked down, tears welling in her eyes. “He’s been taking money from me too,” she said softly. “Every penny his father left me, everything I’ve saved. He said he needed it for doctor visits because you couldn’t get pregnant.”

Mary shook her head, feeling both anger and sadness. “He never even went to a doctor. Every time I brought it up, he refused. I checked our account, Scarlett. He’s been taking out huge amounts.”

Scarlett clenched her fists. “I can’t believe my son would do this,” she said, her voice shaking. “He lied to both of us.”

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Mary’s voice broke as she spoke. “I don’t know what to do. I’m pregnant, and he says he’ll take everything. He doesn’t even believe the baby is his.”

Scarlett’s eyes hardened. “I won’t let anyone hurt my future grandchild,” she said firmly. “We’ll make him pay. You have those messages saved, right?”

Mary nodded. “Yes, I took screenshots.”

Scarlett thought for a moment, then said, “I have one of his toothbrushes here. We can get a DNA test when the baby is born.”

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Mary looked at Scarlett, surprised. “You’ve never been on my side before. What changed?”

Scarlett sighed. “I was a mother trying to protect her son. But now I see I need to protect others from him. His father was the same—a cheater. I endured it, hoping Ed would be better. But he isn’t. And I don’t want anyone else to suffer like I did.”

Mary and Scarlett moved forward with their plan. Mary confronted Ed directly, and she showed him the screenshots of his messages.

“I have all your messages,” she said, her voice steady as she held up her phone. “And I’ve already shown them to Scarlett. So you have no more room to manipulate anyone.”

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Ed looked shaken, but Mary continued, not backing down. “Here’s the deal,” she told him firmly. “Give up your claim to the house, sign these divorce papers, and agree to pay child support. Do this, and I’ll stay quiet. Otherwise, I’ll make sure your lover knows the truth.”

Backed into a corner, Ed reluctantly agreed and signed the papers without a word. He had no idea that Scarlett had the final piece of the plan.

Scarlett went to Ed’s lover herself, revealing everything—his lies, his fake claims of wealth, and his deception. She left nothing hidden, ensuring her son’s lies would come crashing down.

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When Ed found out, Scarlett was sitting with Mary, enjoying tea at her house. Suddenly, loud banging echoed from the front door, followed by Ed’s furious shouting.

“You promised you wouldn’t tell if I did everything you asked!” he yelled through the door, his voice sharp with anger.

Mary looked at the door calmly and replied, “I didn’t tell her anything, Ed.”

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Scarlett raised her voice so Ed could hear. “I did,” she called out firmly. “I taught you that lying is wrong, but you clearly didn’t learn.”

“You’re both insane!” Ed shouted, his voice shaking with rage. “You’ll regret this! I’ll make you pay!”

Just then, the police arrived, alerted by a neighbor’s call. They restrained Ed, leading him away as he continued yelling threats, while Mary and Scarlett stayed inside, unshaken while finishing their tea.

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