At last, the tension between mother and son was resolved. With her silk gown fluttering in the breeze, Evelyn York stood on her estate's balcony. In the distance, the city glistened, and her son Robert thought he had the advantage. Blood mingled with the red liquid as she held onto her wine glass until it broke in her hand. Albert, who was standing behind her, heard her say, "Robert believes he can take away my empire." However, he fails to remember that I created him. He learned all of his cruelty and strength from watching me. Albert grinned. "Then let's remind him of his debtors."
Evelyn turned with razor-sharp eyes. We'll bleed him from the inside out. Is loyalty important to him? We'll taint it. Does he cherish love? We'll contaminate it. Does he cherish his son? Her smile was icy. "
