Remington arched an eyebrow, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "Is it really that serious? Her life is on the line, you say? Funny, she seems perfectly capable of running around town causing chaos. Looks fine to me."

Eartha's lips trembled violently. Conrad was practically shaking with rage.

"Remington Dashiell! My wife sacrificed her body for Lizetta Madden's mother! Even if you despise her and want to make her life a living hell in every other way, you have absolutely no right to attack her over this! You're cutting off her only chance at survival over a petty grievance. If Lizetta ever wakes up and learns what you did, the entire world will spit on her for being an ungrateful wretch!"

Conrad was so furious he was ready to physically lunge. Remington's expression instantly darkened into a lethal glare.

"Your wife? Lizetta's mother? Hah. Don't forget, Mr. West, that the woman whose life was saved was your *first* wife, and Liz is your *actual* biological daughter!"

The blatant distinction Conrad made in his phrasing had beautifully exposed exactly where his true loyalties and affections lay.

Conrad's face froze. Before he could formulate a defense, Cedric muttered loudly from the corner.

"Nelson Madden was a brilliant man, but he really must have been blind to pick such trash to marry into his family."

That was the one thing Conrad hated hearing more than anything else. His chest heaved, his face turning an ugly shade of dark purple.

Eartha scrambled up from the bed, clinging desperately to Conrad's arm as she snapped at Cedric.

"My husband and I only got together years after Elsa passed away! All these years, my husband had every opportunity to leave the Madden Group and start his own empire, but he stayed to help run the Madden family's business out of loyalty! He has bled for that company! You know absolutely nothing about our lives, and you have no right to speak to him like that!"

She turned back to Conrad, her voice softening into a plea.

"Honey, the truth speaks for itself. We don't need to waste our breath defending ourselves against people with such filthy, twisted minds."

Conrad's rigid posture relaxed slightly. But before he could speak, Remington started a slow, mocking golf clap, glaring down at Eartha with pure disgust.

"You really know how to spin a narrative, don't you? If you repeat a lie enough times, do you actually start believing it yourself?"

Cedric immediately chimed in. "Exactly. Boss, I've heard that when a person's heart is black, their lungs and kidneys rot right along with it Honestly, it wouldn't surprise me if Elsa died early specifically because she had this woman's rotten kidney inside her. Tell us the truth, Eartha: are you absolutely sure your kidney is failing because of a medical condition, and not just pure, unadulterated karma for being a monster?"

Cedric looked back at Remington. "Boss, do you really believe a venomous snake

like her would actually volunteer to donate an organ?"

Eartha's heart violently seized in her chest. Her hands curled into tight fists.

She dropped her gaze to the floor, desperately masking the raging humiliation and hatred burning in her eyes.

The truth was, she had never willingly donated her kidney to Elsa. What kind of idiot would selflessly carve out their own organ for someone else?

She had been completely backed into a corner.

When Elsa was first diagnosed with kidney failure, Nelson and Mrs. Bernice Madden had immediately rushed to get tested as donors.

Eager to score points with Nelson, Eartha's father, Mr. Porter, had instantly dragged his entire family to the hospital to get tested too even publicly pressuring the Madden Group's employees to do the same.

Nelson had offered a massive financial reward to whoever matched.

Plenty of people lined up, eager to play savior to the wealthy Ms. Madden.

Eartha had assumed the test was just a meaningless PR stunt to show loyalty. Out of the dozens of people who tested, she never imagined she would be the only exact match.