(Olivia’s POV)
The conversation from Victoria's room grew more heated, making my blood run cold.
"That old hag Eleanor," Victoria's voice dripped with venom, "even in death, she had to leave everything to that b***h's daughter!"
My nails dug deeper into my palms, drawing blood, but I barely noticed the pain. Mother. They killed my mother. The realization hit me like a physical blow, making me sway against the wall. Memories of my mother's smile, her gentle touch, her sudden death – they all took on a sinister new meaning.
"Mother," Sophie's voice held a note of frustration, "there must be a way to invalidate grandmother's will."
"Of course there is," Victoria's laugh was sharp and brittle.
"We need to act fast," Victoria continued. "Before that girl takes full control of Carter Group
