Grace's face scrunched up in confusion as she sought clarification. "What?" she asked, her frown deepening, unable to grasp Susan's accusation.Susan's voice hardened, her words dripping with contempt. "Stop pretending to be innocent, because you are far from innocent, and you always will be!" Her response was filled with a mixture of frustration and disdain, as she confronted Grace's denial.Grace, feeling exasperated, let out a sigh and closed her eyes, her thoughts turning towards the Moon Goddess. "Oh, Moon Goddess, what am I forced to hear from this woman?" she murmured, silently appealing for guidance and strength.Undeterred by Grace's prayer, Susan pressed on, unrelenting in her conviction. "I don't understand why you're trying to paint yourself as blameless. But let me remind you, I have no doubt that you've taken lives. It's not fate; it's a consequence of your actions. If they fail to protect their packs and pose a threat to their own existence, then what purpose do they se
With fiery determination blazing in her eyes, Susan took a deliberate step forward, her voice resonating with unwavering strength. "And I won't sit silent from now on and see whatever you do! Never again," she declared emphatically, her words carrying a resolute promise. The air crackled with tension as she drew closer to her adversary, ready to defend what was rightfully hers."You were so full of yourself, weren't you?" Susan's voice dripped with disdain, her frustration seeping into every syllable. "But you are just nothing but a coward," she accused, her tone laced with bitterness. Her words pierced the silence, exposing the flaws and selfishness of her opponent. Grace stood there, rendered speechless by the force of Susan's verbal assault, her gaze fixed upon her with a mix of shock and disbelief.Susan's resolve only grew stronger as she continued her tirade, her voice carrying a newfound determination. "I will protect Giovanni and my grandson from you now," she declared, a defi
Grace, filled with anger, confronted Susan's assertion that there are no truths. "You are too quick to assume everything on your own," Grace retorted, her frustration evident in her voice. Susan, seemingly unperturbed, responded with a chuckle.Perplexed by Susan's sudden change in demeanor and speech, Grace pressed for an explanation. "I can't understand how you raised your voice at us after all these years," she said, seeking clarity. "What has changed in you? What prompted you to speak like this for the first time?" Grace's curiosity was tinged with a mix of concern and intrigue.Susan's smile persisted as she countered with a question of her own. "Why? Don't you appreciate this change in me?" she asked. "Are you afraid that I might do something you'll later regret?" The lightheartedness in Susan's tone hinted at a playful challenge, seeking to delve deeper into Grace's motivations.Grace chuckled in response, appearing confident in her own convictions. "Me? I would never take acti
Grace stared at Susan with anger in her eyes, her voice filled with frustration. "Can you please just stop with all this nonsense?" she demanded, her tone laced with irritation and impatience."We've had enough talking," Grace continued, her voice firm yet concerned. "I think what you really need right now is some rest. Go and take a break, and we can discuss this matter later when you're in a better state of mind."Susan shook her head in disbelief, letting out a sigh of exasperation. She felt the weight of Grace's words but remained steadfast in her beliefs. "I'm not going to change like you want me to," Susan retorted, her voice tinged with defiance. "But mark my words, there will come a day when you'll learn your lesson, and on that day, you'll beg for my forgiveness."Susan's bold statement left Grace shocked, her eyes widening in surprise. Sensing the tension escalating, Thomas swiftly stepped forward, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief. In an act of outrage, he raised
The weight of Susan's words hung heavily in the air, her voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and disbelief. She couldn't fathom why, after all the years they had spent together, Thomas still failed to trust and believe in her. Her eyes widened, searching for a glimmer of understanding in his gaze."You don't trust your own wife?" Susan questioned, her voice aching with disappointment and desperation. The realization of his lack of faith in her left her heartbroken.Thomas's response was curt and devoid of any reassurance. "No," he uttered, his words falling like a heavy blow. As tears welled up in Susan's eyes, the pain of his lack of trust became all-consuming.With a quivering voice and tear-streaked cheeks, Susan posed a series of heart-wrenching questions, her voice laced with raw emotion. "Then why did you marry me? Why did you entrust me with the care of your son, who was born out of wedlock? How could you have believed in me to raise him properly? Why did you marry me when y
His words pierced Susan's heart, a stark reminder of the chasm that had formed between them.As Thomas closed the door behind him, leaving her isolated in the room, Susan was engulfed by a profound sense of loneliness and despair. She sat there, feeling the weight of her love for her grandson and the desperate need to protect him, but with no way to bridge the divide that had grown between her and Thomas. The silence in the room mirrored the void in her heart, leaving her feeling helpless and alone.The echoes of Susan's desperate pleas reverberated through the room, her voice filled with a mix of fear, concern, and a fervent plea for Thomas to reconsider. "Thomas, please don't do this. We have to protect our grandson! We couldn't even save our own son. Let's not repeat the same mistake twice. This is about our family," she yelled, her words piercing through the air, heavy with emotion.Thomas, burdened by the weight of his own stubbornness and the anguish in Susan's voice, let out a
The moment Thomas vanished from their line of sight, Grace's anger erupted in a forceful shout, causing the air to tremble. "You!" she bellowed, her voice echoing with indignation.Jasmine involuntarily flinched, her body tensing up as she sensed the impending storm directed at her. Grace spun around, fixing her piercing gaze upon Jasmine, who suddenly realized it was her turn to bear the brunt of the old woman's scolding and wrath.Nervously, Jasmine stammered out a response, her words faltering under the weight of the situation. "Yes... yes, Grandmother," she managed to utter, her voice barely above a whisper. A hint of apprehension danced in her eyes as she awaited the inevitable torrent of reprimands.A twisted smirk crept across Grace's face, a sadistic amusement emerging as she took deliberate steps closer to Jasmine, her presence looming over her like a dark cloud. With an unwavering intensity, Grace locked eyes with Jasmine, her voice laced with disappointment and frustration.
Exasperation hung heavy in the air as Grace let out a weary sigh, her disappointment palpable. "I explicitly instructed you to dismantle Giovanni's companies swiftly and effectively. Yet, you seem incapable of accomplishing even that!" Grace's frustration escalated, her voice growing more volatile. Her words took on an accusatory tone, laced with disdain and an unsettling blend of anger and contempt. "What else are you capable of doing, Jasmine? Are you merely pleasing him with empty lust or love? Are you trying to present yourself as nothing more than a mere object of desire, a sex doll to him, rather than a true wife?" Grace's voice rumbled with a deep growl, mirroring her seething displeasure.Feeling the weight of Grace's wrath, Jasmine's voice wavered as she offered a sincere apology. "I am sorry..." she murmured, her words carrying the weight of her remorse.Grace's voice quivered with frustration as she dismissed Jasmine's apology with a bitter tone. "Your apology holds no weig