Evening had settled when Eliza stepped into Wendy's room.

"Mom, why are you still up at this hour?" Eliza perched herself beside Wendy, the picture of a dutiful daughter.

Wendy cherished Eliza deeply, having protected her like the apple of her eye since she was a child.

Now, in her current state, she trusted no one more than Eliza.

"Eliza, with me in this condition, I would not put it past my daughters-in-law to have all sorts of ideas. We can't let them get the better of us, darling. Your brothers are no use either, only seeing dollar signs." Eliza nestled close to Wendy, chuckling softly. "Don't worry, Mom. The Boyds won't be played by my sisters-in-law. Our family's assets won't fall into the wrong hands, not on my watch."

Wendy nodded in assurance. "I knew I could count on you to ease my worries. Eliza, I've taken note of your ambitions all those years and prepared for it. This visit from Percival, it's so you can get acquainted with the Ellingtons, you understand?"

Relief washed over Eliza with those words.

As long as she could see Nathan Ellington again, she would do anything.

"Yeah, I know you've always got my back, Mom." Eliza leaned on Wendy's shoulder, briefly catching sight of her amputated hand and quickly averting her gaze with a hint of distaste.

Wendy's hand was already skeletal, a ghastly sight, and with the stump so starkly exposed, it was downright macabre.

"Mom, what are your plans regarding the Specter Healer?" Eliza inquired.

Wendy scoffed. "He's just after money, isn't he? I have plenty, though it might be a bit tricky to come up with 800 billion dollars at once. But, opportunities are not nonexistent." Eliza looked at Wendy skeptically.

Plenty of money? What a joke.

As the CFO of Boyd Group, she was all too aware of how much the Boyd family had.

Not to mention 800 billion, even 800 million would require careful consideration.

was her mother getting this

Wendy smiled. "Have you forgotten our ace in the

the hole?" Eliza's

was being broadcast. Details were scarce, only mentioning Patrick's apprehension. The screen also showed Gillian besieged by reporters. It dawned on

control of the Ashford family's fortune,

billion was more than feasible with the

be so sure Patrick

smug. "The Ashford family is a hot potato right now. Who would dare get involved? And with Gillian's reputation in ruins, who would want her? But, just one call from you,

was exploiting the

Gillian, as the sole Ashford heiress, would be desperate for

no one was a fool. With the gravity

be the only ones to extend help, Gillian would agree to any

business and unveiling the Boyd family's clandestine commercial

the call right

Ashford business, it would be about more than

kept secret from the other Boyds, or

with the Ellingtons from a position of strength and

family's next

be

Mansion was in chaos. Gillian had barely processed

company and its numerous projects, Patrick had inevitably borrowed heavily

arrest, the

tossed her phone aside, clueless

once flocked around her had vanished into

rang. Surprisingly, it was

her warily. "What

holding up. Your dad and I go way back, and I've watched you grow up. I could not just sit by while your family faces such troubles." It was the most comforting thing Gillian had heard in a

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