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"You make my family miserable! You take my grandson and keep him away from his family, keep him away from his dying father... you nothing but selfish. Why you want a man who no love you? No pride... you no pride. He love a good woman, he no love you!"

Amaya gasped in horror and raised her hands to her mouth, defenceless against the hatred she saw burning in the old woman's eyes. Her eyes flooded with anguished tears and Aiden swore shakily before saying something soft and dangerous sounding to the three women on the other end of the camera but Amaya had blocked them all out and was struggling to her feet, ignoring Aiden's desperate protest.

She was out the door and halfway up the stairs before he caught up with her.

"She's old, cara," he said desperately, holding onto her arm as she tried to wrest herself away from him. "She's old and stubborn. What she said was not true."

"I didn't make your family miserable?" She asked brokenly. "Of course I did, Aiden. You know that's true... I did