From the moment she saw Brenda, Lila wondered why there was such a stark contrast between them now.

Brenda, surrounded by children and grandchildren, lived a fulfilled life. Her face was well-maintained, with no trace of gray hair, and her figure only slightly more voluptuous than in her youth.

The dark green handcrafted silk qipao she wore, along with the snow-white cashmere fringe shawl, were treasures beyond price.

And what about Lila?

She had spent her whole life locked in a pointless rivalry with Brenda, only to trap herself in a hell she could never escape.

Now, not only was she impoverished, but she also lacked a healthy soul and body. What did she have to show for it?

She was unwilling to accept it.

How could she possibly be content?

Decades ago, they began their journeys from the same point, yet the vast changes over time had quickly taken their toll on them.

Lila was filled with resentment, emotionally numb, and a sense of helplessness and fear.

That night, she stared at the ceiling for hours, countless thoughts flashing through her mind.

As dawn approached, she made a decision.

She wanted revenge.

To reclaim justice for her past self.

This terrifying change in mindset was known to no one.

Even Lilah and Gerard only felt surprised by her transformation and had assigned more people to protect Brenda.

These people were laughable.

Lila secretly mocked them in her heart.

She never intended to harm Brenda physically.

Time passed day by day, and a month passed by in the blink of an eye.

Lila's health improved significantly with the help of Brenda and the medical staff.

She became increasingly accustomed to life at the manor, gradually shifting from initial silence to a semblance of hormalcy, even managing to exchange a few rounds of banter with Lilah.

"Grandmother, I'm heading to the hospital to visit my dad.

Could you watch Jerrold for a bit?" Lilah gently patted her son's furry head, speaking with a smile.