"Who are you people, and how do you know so much about my family?" Frida asked Mercy nervously.
"Do you want to discuss everything out here, or shall we talk inside as well?" Michael said, looking at Frida.
When Michael said that, Frida let both Michael and Mercy into the house, and Harry's spirit entered with them.
"Yes, now tell me—what were you saying, and how do you know me and my family?" As soon as they came inside, Frida questioned Michael first.
The moment she asked, Michael glanced toward Harry's spirit and then looked back at Frida. "Look, I know it will be hard for you to believe, but your husband Harry is the one who sent me and my friend here to help you and your son," Michael said in a single breath.
Hearing that, Frida's anger shot up instantly, and she said sharply, "Listen—if you make fun of my husband's death one more time, I will call 911 right now and get the police here. And after that, whatever happens to you two—you alone will be responsible."
