“Hmph! I don’t have that much power. That Tg is not someone who can be manipulated. As for what really happened, only you know the truth. I just happened to find out by chance. Our dear Mrs. Wilson is truly... bold.”
Evelyn's face turned pale, sweat dripping down her forehead, her body swaying unsteadily. Her blood surged painfully, a burning hatred rising—must she face ruin even in old age?
Staring at the woman smiling faintly before her, Evelyn felt a chill crawl up her spine, panic rising uncontrollably.
She had stormed in full of fury to interrogate Amanda, only to fall into a pit of her own making.
Watching Evelyn’s trembling figure, Amanda felt no guilt. Back then, her mother must’ve suffered a hundred times more than this. With hearts as cruel as theirs, how could they have let
