They never admit their mistakes, using their own worldview to judge the rights and wrongs of others.

And Cynthia Morgan is exactly such a person.

"You’ve found the real culprit who framed your sister. You should seek justice from her, yet you focus solely on my mother and my two aunts, half of your hatred is imagined, isn’t the other half driven by jealousy?"

As if her innermost thoughts were revealed, she swallowed, took a deep breath, then laughed maniacally.

Her laughter was shrill, yet somewhat intentionally gleeful.

"Jealousy? Those two failures, what do they have that’s worth envying? One lost her daughter for nearly twenty-one years, the other was deceived by her husband for so many years, and I know the whole truth, looking down on you ignorant fools."

Tiana Thorne was not angry in the slightest, she slowly curled her lips, the upward arc looked three parts roguish, seven parts lazy.

Staring directly into her blood-red eyes, raising an eyebrow: "Cynthia Morgan, before this, you indeed were a victor, but do you not know, in this world, only those who laugh last are winners?"

Cynthia Morgan’s expression changed.

Tiana’s little feet swung slightly to the side with a hint of mockery as she smiled: "You’re the pathetic one."

Cynthia Morgan immediately retorted: "I’ve enjoyed Jonas Jarvis and the Ford family’s agony for over twenty years, how am I pathetic? Do you know how delighted I am every day thinking of Rouge Jarvis crying over you?"

"Delighted? For over twenty years, not a single moment lived for yourself, never got close to your biological daughter, unable to even acknowledge her, past fifty and nobody by your side, alone and miserable, opening and closing your eyes all you see is schemes and plots, ask yourself, are you truly delighted?"

Every word pierced her heart like needles and thorns, unable to be pulled out, never to heal.

"Conversely, my mom has a loving husband, a group of children who are filial to her, and wealth others can’t even dream of, while my aunt has a kind son, even if her husband hid a few things, it was to protect her, using all his life’s tenderness to love her."

Having said all this, Tiana once again curled her lips, her gaze was piercing: "Now, I’ve returned, I’ve exposed that Meredith Ford is not my aunt’s biological daughter, the feud between the Ford and Jarvis families will only get better, and you..."

She pretended to ponder for a moment, then smiled slyly: "Let me think, fetching water with a bamboo basket—empty-handed, from now on, can you withstand the harsh days in prison?"

Following Tiana’s words, her heart shivered, Tiana is ruthless!

Every word she spoke could be said to be striking at the heart.

Cynthia Morgan’s mouth still had blood, looking even more tragic.

Tiana’s sharp tongue continued, her tone turning with playful amusement: "Oh, by the way, what Meredith Ford always prided herself on was her identity as a young lady, now that’s gone, and just like that, she’s shattered and has given up. If she knew her real identity..."

She didn’t continue, everyone understood.

She has lived a thousand years, has never discriminated against anyone or any job, but that doesn’t mean Meredith Ford wouldn’t.

Cynthia Morgan was visibly torn by her words, her heart ached making her frown, she staggered a step back.