F*ck Off! Get The F*ck Out!

Thirty minutes ago.

Belle and Melody, who were in Humanity Hall, watched Dennis lead a group of people into Thirteen Hall.

Belle looked at the Food and Drug Administration cars, her expression changing. "What's going on?"

Melody looked confident. "Clarence must have killed that old lady's grandson. Now the FDA is coming for him."

"What should we do, then?" Belle was a little distraught.

She might have been the eldest daughter, but she was not as scheming as Melody.

Melody frowned. "The best thing to do now is to call Mom and let her handle this.

"Mom has run the clinic for so many years, so she must have connections. She just has to come in, work some things out, and disassociate us from Clarence.

"If Clarence did kill someone, it's Thirteen Hall's problem. What does it have to do with Humanity Hall?

"If someone's going to be in jail, it's going to be Clarence. This has nothing to do with the Murphy family."