Coughing lightly several times due to the torment of illness, she forcibly suppressed the pain in her heart.

A frail body, beautiful eyes, yet her expression carried a coldness that was completely contrary to her personality.

After a while, she raised her head.

For the first time, she looked at Cynthia Morgan.

"Where is my daughter?"

Seeing Pearl Jarvis in such a sickly state, her heart filled with uncontrollable pride, as if her accomplishments hadn’t been entirely destroyed by Tiana Thorne, she looked down at her with the posture of a victor.

She said contemptuously, "I gave her ashes to Jonas Jarvis. If he still has the life to live, you should ask her."

Smack—

A fierce slap landed on her face.

Cynthia Morgan did not expect, given her appearance, that she would dare to slap her.

This slap was not light, as if the accumulated anger in her heart erupted all at once, using all her strength.

Cynthia Morgan wanted to retaliate, but just as she raised her hand, she heard her say, "This slap, is for myself."

She paused and then said, "On my way over here, I picked two paths for your daughter. Want to hear them?"

Cynthia Morgan did not respond directly, remaining silent, her eyes filled with arrogance.

"Once you are imprisoned, I will marry her off to Mr. Quinn of Jincheng."

Upon hearing this, everyone froze.

Mr. Quinn of Jincheng, upon hearing his name, women retreat.

Not only is he lame, but old and ugly. He had two former wives, both of whom couldn’t endure his abuse and committed suicide.

Recently released from prison three years ago, despite his immense wealth, no one dared to marry their daughter to him; his fetishes were not something an ordinary woman could bear.

Marrying Miranda Dalton to him would undoubtedly be pushing her into hell, a life worse than death.

Even fortune tellers said, Mr. Quinn lacks a destiny with women, those close to him, meet death or injury.

Cynthia Morgan widened her eyes fiercely: "Do you dare?"

Regardless, she had been her biological daughter for twenty years.

Pearl Jarvis did not answer such sentimental questions, she extended her hand, holding a bottle of white medicine in her palm.

"This is what you left outside before entering the study, you used this medicine to harm Jonas Jarvis, I now return it to you."

Cynthia Morgan looked at her back, then looked at the poison in her hand.

Although she didn’t explicitly say the second path, she already understood.

Ha.

This seemingly frail woman without any aggressiveness actually wanted her to act herself and end her biological daughter’s life.

In terms of ruthlessness, no one in this house would lose.

Afterward, Pearl Jarvis stepped back a few steps, then looked at Rouge Jarvis, her eyes misty with tears: "Sister, if Jonas Jarvis can... recover and seek forgiveness, whether to forgive or not, I won’t interfere."

Rouge Jarvis moved her lips, not knowing what to say.

To say she doesn’t hate Jonas Jarvis?

Forgive him because their feud with Cynthia Morgan had led to this calculation?

She couldn’t do it for now.

Even if she put herself in his shoes, if she were Jonas Jarvis back then, she might have made the same choice he did.

That’s how people are, never truly able to feel what others have experienced.

He appreciated Jonas Jarvis for loving her sister so, yet couldn’t forgive him for concealing Cynthia Morgan’s existence, at least not in the short term.

Pearl Jarvis turned and left, her feet seemingly laden with tons.

Graham Ford then ordered to have Cynthia Morgan taken away.

Then, he stood up, with his wife and daughter, this time his voice carried a warmth: "Let’s go home."

...

An hour later, they returned to the old residence.

Miranda Dalton had already been brought back by Jesse Rivers.