Chapter 1573

Phoebe froze, her body stiffening as the argument rising in her throat vanished. She stared blankly at Tyler, convinced his harsh words were said merely out of anger. "Tyler, please," she pleaded desperately, seeing Camilla reach for her phone. "I'll leave. I'll leave now." Without waiting for a response, Phoebe rushed over to Ana, wrapping her arms tightly around her. "Aunt Ana, let's just go, for now." Ana was in complete disarray; her once neatly pinned hair now cascaded messily over her shoulders. Her clothes were wrinkled and askew from the earlier struggle with the guards. As the matriarch of the Harrises, she had never endured such treatment, especially at the hands of her own son. Ana continued to shout indignantly, struggling against the guards who held her. "Tyler, you will be struck down by God for treating your mother this way!" Tyler didn't respond; he couldn't bear to look at her, especially now. He just wished for her to be taken away quickly. With his eyes closed a