Morgan Family.
"Fantastic. She's finally dead. Mom, your Godfather is truly something else."
Susan let out a chilling laugh, her expression twisted with satisfaction.
"I told you there was nothing to be afraid of. I had my own solution. Andrew, do you believe me now?"
Andrew frowned, sitting stiffly on the sofa, his face dark and troubled.
"What are you still hesitating about? Don't tell me you actually feel sorry for her. Did you forget she made you kneel back then?"
Susan's voice dripped with bitterness as she moved closer and sat beside him.
"And don't forget, Andrew—the Morgan empire is your blood and sweat, your legacy! Yet someone wanted to tear it apart, to take everything you built!"
Andrew shot her a cold look.
"No matter what, she was still my daughter. She lived under the Morgan roof for more than ten years."
