Sophia was shoved backward, barely able to keep her footing.

She clutched the edge of the table, her spine curved, her entire body trembling violently.

"Get out," Gregory said coldly.

Humiliated and shattered, Sophia slowly raised her head, her bloodshot eyes locking onto Lemira. A terrifying hatred radiated from her gaze.

Lemira met her furious stare with absolute indifference.

"Lemira," Sophia practically spat, "I've lost everything. Are you still not going to let me go?"

Lemira looked up, her voice completely detached. "Did I force you into this? Have you forgotten how arrogant you were at the mall just a few hours ago?"

She truly couldn't fathom how the Sinclairs could continuously twist reality to make themselves the victims.

"It's your fault! I did everything! I sacrificed myself, and I was so close to making it work, but you ruined it again!"

Sophia was completely hysterical, her voice sharp and unhinged.

Lemira picked up her water glass and splashed it directly into Sophia's face. "Get your facts straight. Your mother murdered someone. You tried to destroy the evidence to cover it up, and I stopped you. Am I supposed to apologize for that?"

"But your parents are already dead! It's been years! Why can't you just let my family live in peace?!"

Sophia felt that her life was incredibly unfair.

Everything had been perfect. Everything was going so smoothly. But the moment Lemira showed up, her entire world had collapsed.

"Guards!" Gregory barked. "Drag this woman out of here. Don't let her ruin our meal."

"Let go of me! I'm not leaving! I'm not leaving until this is settled!"

Despite her screaming, Sophia was unceremoniously dragged out of the room.

Silence quickly reclaimed the private dining area.

Thinking back to Sophia's frantic, desperate breakdown, Lemira couldn't help but wonder-after sacrificing so much, what had she actually gained?

It almost reminded Lemira of her past life. She had given absolutely everything to please her brothers, only to meet a tragic end.

It wasn't all that different from Sophia's current reality.

Gregory hurriedly turned back to Lemira, pasting on a reassuring smile. "M's. Lemira, you saw how I handled her. I promise you, I won't lift another finger for the Sinclairs You have my word.

Lemira nodded. "Alright."

Whether he meant it or not, she had to play along for now.

Rowan looked at her, his voice softening. "Don't worry. We will avenge Mom and Dad. We won't let the killer get away with this."

Lemira wasn't used to this sudden display of warmth from Rowan. She turned her head slightly and stayed quiet.

Gregory turned his attention to Rowan. "Mr. Langston, since I've held up my end of the bargain, doesn't that secure my spot on the list?"

Rowan replied smoothly, "Of course. But we can't make any concrete arrangements until after the trial is concluded."

Rowan was clearly laying down the law, making sure the Jones family didn't try to double-cross them.

Gregory nodded vigorously. "Of

course, of course. You don't need to worry about a thing, Mr Langston. Now Ms. Lemira, please order whatever you like."

At that moment, a man dressed in a sharp manager's suit approached the table and stood respectfully beside Lemira, "Ms. Lemira, we've updated the menu for The Heritage Selections. Would you like to try the new dishes?"

Lemira glanced at the menu. "Sure."

Gregory looked momentarily stunned. "The Heritage Selections? Why didn't I see that on the menu earlier?"

The manager offered a polite, practiced smile. "I apologize, sir. This menu is exclusively prepared for Ms. Lemira. It is not available to the public."

The room fell completely silent.

Gregory probed cautiously, "Ms. Lemira, you truly are full of surprises. To think Bistrova would create a custom menu just for you!"

Rowan stared at his sister, his eyes filled with suspicion. "What's going on here?"