The Cao Family was shrouded in dark clouds, a cold and somber atmosphere prevailing.
The servants tended carefully, fearing the masters above might vent their displeasure by punishing them for any mistake.
The Old Madam had fallen ill.
Her gaze was muddled, headband on, lying on her sickbed, unwilling to eat, but she had someone help her sit up.
She leaned against a maid and looked at Elder Cao, standing tall and robust by the window.
"You blame Grandmother."
The person did not speak.
The Old Madam's eyes flickered.
In truth, she felt a bit guilty.
After all, for things to succeed that day, it was by her consent that the second household's people included the eldest legitimate grandson.
But what could she do?
That eldest legitimate grandson was unwavering in his decisions, no one could sway him. He would not agree.
So she could only act first and report later, by spiking his food with drugs, only then did the plan succeed.
