"Madam Morgan, what is your decision?" Lily Shaw glanced around, receiving numerous looks of resentment and terror from the Morgan family, and smiled faintly.
Madam Morgan, holding onto her dignity, would never bow to Lily Shaw, let alone apologize to her.
Her well-maintained right hand had just covered her forehead, pretending to experience a sudden illness.
Before she could speak, Lily Shaw preemptively sized up the stiff Madam Morgan and asked with a smile, "Tsk tsk, Madam Morgan, let me guess, are you planning to have a heart attack? Or is your blood pressure going to skyrocket, leading to a stroke?"
Several bodyguards accompanying the Eldest Young Master Grant's wife couldn't help but burst into laughter: Young Madam, you are so blunt, you've left Madam Morgan with no way out. How can she continue acting now?
"Lily, are you really bent on forcing me to my death?" Madam Morgan removed her hand, ceasing her attempt to feign illness.
