Her lips moved slightly, but she couldn’t utter a single word.

How could Tiana Thorne let her off so easily? She narrowed her fox-like eyes meaningfully and said lazily, "Put it nicely, you want her to live a life of glory and wealth. Put it bluntly, she’s just a tool for your revenge, a failed sacrifice."

Cynthia Morgan’s eyes were filled with frosty killing intent as she coldly stared at her: "You don’t need to sow discord. Our relationship isn’t something you can break with a few words."

Tiana Thorne shrugged: "First, I’m not sowing discord; the facts are right before us.

Second, you two never had any affection, just two psychologically sick people comforting each other.

Third, Meredith Ford, under the condition of peaceful coexistence with you, you’re helping her, you understand her, you know her — you’ve done so many bad things, you should understand what human nature is even better. Once you fail, you’re the culprit of her downfall. I’m curious whether she will recognize you as the ’mother who cares for her.’

After her words fell, the room was once again silent.

Every sentence from Tiana Thorne was too truthful, and no matter how eloquent Cynthia Morgan was, she couldn’t refute.

Because she understood, her daughter and she were the same kind of person.

At this moment, Graham Ford retrieved a lighter from his pocket, igniting it repeatedly.

The sound lingered, in such a tense atmosphere, like a time bomb ready to explode at any moment, making hearts race with anxiety.

Then he lit a cigarette, clamped it between his lips, and his impeccably pressed trousers showed some wrinkles due to his crossed legs, making them appear even more long and slender.

His ice-piercing eyes sharply fixed on Cynthia Morgan’s face, inhaling the cigarette and slowly exhaling smoke.

His lips parted, his voice cold and rampant, full of rogue spirit: "My daughter spoke with difficulty for so long, she probably doesn’t want you mother and daughter to be estranged. Rouge once said, be kind and good. Since that’s the case, let’s arrange for you to acknowledge kinship."

May Sloane: "..."

Jesse Rivers: "..."

Tiana Thorne: "..."

This sudden change in tone was truly amusing and anticipated.

Upon hearing this, Cynthia Morgan’s face turned pale: "I do not accept!"

Cannot...

She had to admit, not even one bit of Tiana Thorne’s words was wrong; acknowledging kinship would destroy the hard-won relationship she built with Meredith.

"Jesse Rivers."

Jesse Rivers immediately obeyed: "Sir, please speak."

"You go see..."

Graham Ford seemed to recall something, his voice paused, furrowing his ink-like long brows, looking at Rouge Jarvis, exhaling smoke, and then said: "Her name has already been removed from the ancestral records, the Ford surname is reclaimed."

Rouge Jarvis: "Her father’s name is Louis Dalton, from now on, call her Miranda Dalton."

"Jesse Rivers."

"Yes."

Only then did Graham Ford instruct: "Go find Miranda Dalton and bring her to see me. After all, she’s been part of the Ford family for twenty years; removing from the ancestral records, one must always send a farewell gift."

Jesse Rivers nodded, turned around, and walked away.

Cynthia Morgan felt a chill down her spine, unable to think further, and hurriedly ran up to grab Jesse Rivers’s sleeve: "You’re not allowed to go."

Graham Ford took the last puff of the cigarette, crushed the butt with his bare hand, exhaled a smoke ring, and then asked in a low voice: "After directing for twenty years, you think you’re the director, able to dictate others?"

Cynthia Morgan turned back to look at him.

Only to hear his voice, though low, his ice-piercing eyes contained a terrifying killing intent.