Suspicious, she followed them… only to find that they had gone to the Green Dragon Manor, a place even she wasn't granted access to.
And then, as she continued following and noticed the lights on in the penthouse, realization struck.
Someone was living there.
Displeasure, anger, confusion—all of it bubbled to the surface at once, and now, Hera entering the penthouse like she belonged there, Silvia's emotions simmered dangerously just beneath the surface.
"I should be the one asking you—what are you doing here? This isn't a place just anyone can enter, especially not some pauper like you…" Silvia sneered, her voice sharp and mocking as she cast a disdainful glance at Hera seated in her wheelchair.
Her words echoed in the tense silence, and for a moment, no one spoke. But while Silvia basked in her own arrogance, everyone else exchanged subtle looks, ones filled with quiet disbelief and even pity. Because, unlike Silvia, they all knew the truth: that Hera was the true heiress.
