Then, he coldly said, "Here, you’re just an actress."

As the words fell, Jesse Rivers shook her off and swiftly walked away.

Cynthia Morgan stood there motionless for a long time, her throat felt as if it were sliced by knives, the pain making it hard to breathe.

Over twenty years have passed.

A lifetime of youth has vanished.

She had schemed for so long, everything seemed flawless, even the Ford family couldn’t uncover the truth back then, and now, it’s all become a joke.

Her sister wasn’t killed by Rouge and Pearl Jarvis.

And her only biological daughter might not be able to accept her.

No!

She cannot acknowledge her!

She’d rather keep a tiny bit of beauty than become the person she hates.

She quickly moved to face Tiana Thorne, but before she got close, Felix Grant strode forward, seizing her.

"Tiana Thorne, you can do whatever you want to me, my daughter is innocent, she shouldn’t know the story behind this, now, I will turn myself in and confess everything I’ve done."

Tiana Thorne smiled, "Did I hear that right? Are you trying to negotiate with me?"

Cynthia Morgan had never conceded to anyone her whole life, she always lived with an air of superiority, like a celestial being, this is the first time: "The things I did, I did them, they have nothing to do with my daughter, her situation is bad enough, let her go, okay?"

Tiana squinted slightly, seeing the trace of pleading and longing in her eyes.

She suddenly felt that no matter how malicious and insane most women in the world are, when it comes to their daughters, they’re just mothers wanting to protect them.

Even Cynthia Morgan has a faint trace of mercy and tenderness.

Her usual proud demeanor has vanished, truly disoriented.

It’s a pity, in her view, it’s too cheap.

"If it’s the truth, it should naturally be known to all, Miranda Dalton can’t accept this truth, can my Ford family, Auntie and Uncle accept it? Cynthia Morgan, everyone in this world is equal, no one is born superior, if you make a mistake, you must pay the price, from ancient times to now, it’s without exception."

Cynthia Morgan looked at her steadily for a few seconds, finally withdrawing her gaze.

Ridiculous.

By now, how could she expect any benefit from Tiana Thorne?

She took two steps back, lowered her head, fell silent, not sure what she was thinking, her left hand tightly clenching into a fist, as if forcibly controlling her emotions.

A few seconds later, she lifted her head, a sinister smile reappearing on her lips, "Do you think because you’ve caught me here, I can’t continue with my plan?"

Hearing this, everyone was startled.

Cynthia Morgan seemed like an undying cockroach, clearly deflated yet now restored, even more insane and invincible than before.

Rouge Jarvis felt a chill, a sense of foreboding slowly rising, "Cynthia Morgan, what do you mean?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking, your sister, who has been protected like a canary, must have figured out the whole story by now, right?"

Those words dropped the room into an immediate state of tension.

Cynthia Morgan moved her lips, softly humming a little tune, the sound as eerie as the backdrop music in a horror film.

She slowly lifted her head, and following her gaze, everyone looked towards the 365-degree security camera in the corner of the room.

Jonas Jarvis abruptly stood up, attracting everyone’s attention.