Elsewhere — Retaliation Takes Root
Harsh white light filled Matilde Yang's living room, making the expensive décor feel cold instead of luxurious.
Matilde gripped her teacup so tightly her fingers trembled.
"That b***h," she snarled, voice shaking with rage. "She humiliated me in my own house."
Clara Lin sat beside her, shoulders drawn in, eyes rimmed red. She looked fragile — pitiful.
A perfect white-lotus picture.
"Auntie…" Clara's voice cracked deliberately, trembling like a wounded bird. "Grandma Yang favors her, too. And Kendrick…" She swallowed, letting tears gather at the corners of her eyes. "He didn't even look at me."
Matilde's eyes flashed with venom. "She's nothing but a fox seducing men. Do you think she deserves the title of Mrs. Yang?"
Clara lowered her head, wiping
