"Oh, you should've seen his face," Stella continued gleefully. "He nearly choked on his own breath... I thought his blood pressure would explode. He knows the end is coming, sis."
"Good," Evelyn said calmly. "He deserves to feel that fear."
There was a moment of silence.
Then Stella asked, "So… should we move on to the next step?"
Evelyn leaned back, twirling a pen between her fingers, a slow smile curving her lips.
"Yes," she said. "Process it."
Her tone was light, but her eyes sharpened with resolve.
"Are you sure?" Stella asked. "Once I pull the trigger, there's no going back. Lana will be exposed. And Dad… he'll finally fall."
Evelyn's gaze drifted back to the window. The blue sky looks brighter than before, as if the universe is granting them permission to continue their plan.
"I'm sure," she said softly. "He ruined our happiness. He used us both like pawns. It's time we take back what's ours."
There was a pause.
