"I came back just to ask you something, Mrs. Grant." He struggled to contain his rage. "What gives you the right to blacklist Nora Ainsworth nationwide?"
Mrs. Grant sat across from him and said resentfully, "Because she pesters my son relentlessly and shows me no respect. That's why I'm doing this to her. For the rest of her life, she can forget about making any waves in the entertainment industry here!"
"No, you're wrong. I'm the one pestering relentlessly, not her. And respect you? For what? What have you ever done to earn anyone's respect?"
Catherine Callahan couldn't stand it any longer. "Quentin," she interjected, "no matter what, she's still your mother. Is she less important than some woman?"
Quentin Grant's icy gaze fell upon her. "I'll let you prance around my house for a couple more days. Don't think that just because I'm ignoring you now, I'm going to let you give birth to that bastard. I know for a fact you won't be able to."
