Chapter 63 The mansion has become ours.

“The last time we were here,” said Lizabeth. “We were begging that man to be fair. We were being offered choices that could ruin our destinies.” The mansion was exactly what it used to be when they were among its occupants. Mariama busied herself with the little exercise of walking round her newly acquired property and admiring the things she used to love when she was trapped in the same property, under the watch of the most heartless husband one would wish for. “I was asked to let you go, else, my life would be a mess, but look what happened at last, we came back and bought the damn house.” Lizabeth sat on one of the sofas in the living room. She scuffed and spread her hands on the arms of the sofa, while her feet drummed against the floor. Such brilliant thing to do when you acquire the same property you were dragged out of. “So, now we’ve acquired this damn house, what else would we acquire?” Lizabeth went on and on. “His company should be next.” Nancy smiled at the tenacity of