"Preston, son, save me! Kian's gone mad, he's lost his mind..." the old lady struggled violently.
Preston Monroe simply said, "Mother, I think you're the one who's gone mad."
"You ungrateful son! You treacherous snake!" The old lady cursed Preston for a long time before turning to Joyce, her eyes filled with venom. "You won. You finally and completely won. You must be happy now! I'm finished. You're really something else. Worthy of being my own granddaughter... so ruthless!"
Joyce ignored her.
Before she was forced into the car, only Kian Jacobs came to see her off. But it wasn't for pleasantries; he just said coldly:
"Grandma, I hear they don't use anesthesia for the electrotherapy at the mental hospital. When you're discharged, I'll come pick you up myself."
'Discharged?'
'Was he saying he'd come see me off on my deathbed?'
The old lady knew it was over. She slumped into the car seat, her body aching unbearably, her mind a complete blank.
'Scheming my whole life,'
