For a moment, time seemed to freeze. It was an avalanche of many things washing over the sisters simultaneously. More so about the new person frozen on the screen, which made their heart skip a beat. They were very familiar with how their circles operated, especially in terms of power plays.
That aside, the words lingered in the air like smoke—thick, choking, undeniable.
"According to authenticated court-ordered DNA tests and a confession video from a now-deceased nurse..."
What did that mean? The words were clear as day but confusing as hell!
"…neither of the women claiming to be sisters of the Chairman is biologically related to him or the founding family."
It played again in their heads.
And again….
And again.
Molly blinked, but her eyes remained blank. Her mouth opened, then closed, as if trying to speak, but no words would come. Sally's hands were trembling, clasped so tightly around her purse that the faux leather cracked under pressure.
