"Sarah!" Josephine roared, her voice trembling with contempt and outrage. The sheer fury in her tone was enough to make the room feel colder.
"Cyrus is your son! How could you do this to him?" she demanded, her voice cracking slightly as she struggled to comprehend how a mother could be so ruthless toward her own child, let alone conspire against him in such a sinister way.
"Son?" Sarah froze mid-step, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she turned around. A mocking smirk curled her lips, but her eyes were devoid of any warmth—only an icy resolve remained.
"Cyrus destroyed the Anderson family. He's not my son," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "All that's left between us is hatred. And besides... he's not even my biological child."
Each word was laced with bitternes
