She spread her arms slightly, almost welcoming the moment, visibly relieved that someone had finally asked her directly.
"Where would you like to begin?"
The detective's smile deepened, slow and deliberate. He drew his pen closer to his notebook, the soft click echoing in the quiet room as he began. "Was Jiang MengYao a close grandson to the madam?"
"Close?" AiLin echoed thoughtfully before closing her eyes for a brief moment. "That's difficult to say." She opened them again, her gaze steady. "As you know, my grandmother carried a rather cold presence. She kept her distance from every member of the family. Jiang MengYao was simply clever enough to tiptoe around her moods. He was always careful, afraid of displeasing her, especially because he knew she could strike his name off the inheritance at any time."
"So," the detective continued, pen tapping lightly, "he was desperate for the inheritance?"
