Chapter 61: Her cunning plan

The evening breeze filtered through the open windows of the grand estate, carrying with it the faint scent of blooming roses from the garden below. Adams sat in a leather armchair in his bedroom, his mother perched gracefully on the edge of the bed. She wore an elegant silk robe, her demeanor as poised and calculated as ever.

"Adams, darling," she began, her voice low and conspiratorial, "we need to talk about your father’s assets."

Adams leaned back, folding his arms across his chest. "Mother, we’ve discussed this before. Let’s not jump to conclusions while he’s still recovering."

His mother waved a hand dismissively, her...