"Ha, nice dream. If you can live to be eight hundred, I'll call you grandma!"
Ben retorted at her a couple of times, sending Harry Hunter and Isabella Weaver out the door.
The old lady watched helplessly as the priceless painting was carried away, feeling so heartbroken she nearly spat blood.
Hateful that she couldn't stop it, she could only vow secretly to outlive the old man, so when he dies, she would take all the good stuff to her grave, never letting Isabella benefit from it.
Once out of the ancestral home, Harry Hunter finally said to the old man, "Don't let Cherry Lewis come, have the chef make the meals. You shouldn't take risks just to deal with her."
"There's no risk, could she possibly dare to poison me? If I don't call her to cook, the old hag will invite her every day, and now she's roped in Zoe Lewis too. Cherry Lewis would have too many chances to poison me if she wanted to."
