Luciana's countenance bore an unmistakable trace of perplexity, unaware that the events in the nursing house linked to Tessa.

Raegan remained stood in silence. In a hoarse tone, Raegan, upon seeing Tessa and Kenia, bellowed, "Get out of here!"

Such intrusion felt unbearable. It was a disturbance to the sanctity of her grandmother's farewell.

Tessa assumed she had debased herself in this act of condolence, only to be treated with contempt. She felt humiliated and embarrassed.

With a pinch of feigned sorrow, Tessa replied, “Raegan, upon learning of your grandmother's passing, I hastened to pay my respects. The prior encounter was a grievous misunderstanding. How could I have foreseen those women's madness?"

Kenia interjected, "Indeed, as soon as I was apprised of the situation, I admonished Tessa. She has a penchant for involving herself in people's business, yet, in truth, she played no role in that sordid affair."

With an envelope of money extended as a conciliatory gesture, Kenia proffered, “Raegan, accept this, please. It is recompense for Tessa's perceived wrongdoing. I implored her to kowtow and apologize to your grandmother."

Raegan's response was swift and unforgiving, flinging the envelope at Kenia's visage, her voice laden with anguish as she yelled, "Fuck off!

Are you deaf or something? Get the hell out of my face!"

The envelope burst open, scattering cash on the floor, the sharp edges scratching Kenia's and Tessa's cheeks. Kenia's and Tessa's evilness and shamelessness paralleled those photoshopped photos set for slandering Raegan the other day.

Deep down, they didn't feel any responsibility for their hurtful words, instead resorting to a feigned apology as a smokescreen.

The mastermind behind the conspiracy, Tessa, seemed adept at evading culpability.

Why, one would wonder!

Tessa, initially overcome with fright, couldn't hold back her scream but swiftly regained her composure and responded with a curse, "Don't be so shameless! That old woman's demise was due to her frail condition. How does it relate to me?

Furthermore, your grandma was already in her eighties. Isn't it natural for the elderly to pass away at such an age? She had been languishing in the nursing house for quite some time. Could you afford to continue her treatment? To some extent, you should be grateful to me. How could you treat me like this.

“Shut the fucking up!" Luciana was on the brink of slapping Tessa, but Raegan acted swiftly. Raegan lunged forward, her fingers wrapping around Tessa's throat with a grip akin to a furious beast.

Her slender fingers paled, and the blue veins on her hands bulged as a torrent of pain, anger, and suppressed hatred gushed forth.

Why? Why must she endure such a fate?

Her grandmother had led an honest, diligent life. Despite her early widowhood and the loss of her son, she never voiced a complaint about life's unfairness. She maintained a positive outlook and did her utmost to raise Raegan.

Even in her final moments, she held no grudge but expressed trust in Raegan and sorrow for her...