Everyone else might forget, but Evelyn Grant never would.
If she could forgive this, it would mean that she deserved all the suffering and injustice she had endured!
Her words left Florence Morgan at a loss for what to say, so she quickly changed the subject.
"Come, come, have a seat for a bit! The soup isn't urgent."
"I won't stay. I have something to do later—I need to speak with my client."
Saying this, Evelyn Grant walked into the kitchen of the Sterling Estate, clearly knowing her way around.
Watching her former daughter-in-law's back, Florence Morgan genuinely hoped that she and her eldest son could reconcile.
She sighed, exchanged a look with her husband who was sitting on the sofa, then walked over and took a bottle of water from his hand.
"Julian said... as long as she drinks this, it'll work?"
Mr. Sterling nodded. "Yes. The more she drinks, the more effective it will be."
"I understand."
