She stopped that train of thought before it got too dark.
The point was: of COURSE the old Master was having a heart attack. It was the most predictable plot development possible.
Heena was standing in the old Master's study now, along with Samuel, Maya, the household physician, and various concerned servants.
She had her hand covering her mouth, her shoulders shaking slightly, her eyes closed as if overcome with emotion.
To any observer, it would look like she was crying—devastated by her father-in-law's medical emergency, struggling to contain her grief.
But the reality was completely different.
Heena was actually struggling to CONTROL HERSELF from laughing out loud.
She desperately wanted to throw her head back and cackle with glee and shout: "THAT'S WHAT YOU DESERVE, you disgusting old pervert!"
But she couldn't do that in public.
So instead, she pretended to cry while internally celebrating.
However, there WAS some disappointing news in all of this:
