"Wh-what… what is this?"
Mr. and Mrs. Croft held the papers Lillian Donovan had slammed down, their faces ghastly pale, as if they were holding their own execution orders.
"What is it?" Lillian Donovan sneered. "It's the paternity test for your son and that precious grandson of yours. And the court verdict convicting him of bigamy, marriage fraud, and malicious transfer of marital assets."
Mr. Croft's hand trembled, and he threw the documents straight to the ground. "Why are you showing these to us? We… we're uneducated. We can't read them."
"If you can't read them, that's fine. I can read them to you myself."
As she spoke, Lillian Donovan gave a subtle look to the person beside her. A bodyguard immediately stepped forward, picked up the documents from the floor, dusted them off, and handed them back to her.
