"Gentlemen, I would appreciate it if you leave my house and spare us the insults. Who knows who might be seeking retribution for the ones your daughter has caused," Lindsey declared firmly.

"What do you mean, gentlemen? We raised you. You ungrateful wretch," Kathen retorted, arrogant and haughty.

"What should I be grateful for? For the beatings I endured in that house that belonged to my mother? For being held captive because my so-called father could lose her? For the times I went to bed hungry as a child because I couldn't prepare my own food? For the humiliations you subjected me to whenever our paths crossed? Don't be ridiculous. After years of contempt and insults, do you really think I owe you anything?" Lindsey spoke with strength, trying to appear brave even though she was trembling with fear inside.

Kathen was outraged by Lindsey's defiance and decided to teach her a lesson. She took a step forward, raising her hand.

"You insignificant wretch, I'll teach you respect!" she sho