Ophelia was dumbfounded.
Impotent? That was impossible.
She had run tests on the twins in a hospital famous for the accuracy of their laboratory equipments.
But even if they had been a mistak, both strands of hair wouldn't come out with the same result. .
Beside her, Dailie smiled proudly, biting into her chocolate blissfully as she hissed,
"That old man pushed me aside because I gave birth to a woman. Now what's better—a man who's impotent, or a woman who's fully potent and can give you heirs?"
"Stupid old man. I'll sit here while you come begging to know your granddaughter better. By then, I'll have a list of demands ready before your request is even considered."
Licking her fingers, she turned toward Ophelia, counseling, "People don't take a news like this lightly."
"In a few hours, Malachi will lose the loyalty of many people in the company, and your grandfather will have no choice but to accept the outcome of the situation."
