She looked down at her hysterical, trembling mother-in-law with absolute, freezing indifference.
"Yes, Mother," Madam Gu said, her voice steady, clear, and dripping with quiet authority as she officially claimed her new lineage. "You heard my mother correctly. Now... step away from the bed. I have estate business to attend to."
The luxury of a carefully staged, multi-layered political conspiracy was a luxury Heena no longer possessed.
Normally, a move this seismic—paralyzing the sitting Prime Minister, publicly claiming his wife as her adopted daughter, and hijacking the civil court—would require days of meticulous theater. She should have laid the groundwork, planted false rumors, and waited for the optimal moment to strike. She 'could' have done it. Under normal circumstances, her tactical mind was a well-oiled machine.
But not today. Not with her failing body.
God only knew if she would even remember what happened today by tomorrow morning.
