"I may be old, but I’m not so frail that I’ll topple over at the slightest bump. Heidi’s coming over today, and she said she wanted my mapo tofu. That girl was so close to me when she was little, and her favorite dish has always been my tofu," the matriarch said fondly, sitting down after setting the plate in place. "When she was young, Heidi loved clinging to me. Her sister, though, was always closer to the old master. The old master used to say Fiona was gifted, sharp, and destined for great things. I said Heidi was mischievous, but she knew how to charm people. She’d find a good man someday and live a happy life," the matriarch said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "Grandma, I’m here! I bought you something from the store, so I’m a little late. Look, do you like it?" Heidi’s voice rang out as she breezed into the room, her arms laden with gifts. She placed them down and shoved them into the matriarch’s hands. "You silly girl, why bring gifts? We have everything we need here!" t

As the two chatted, they arrived at the place where the Cooper family patriarch was being cared for. The facility was staffed around the clock, with doctors visiting every two days to monitor his condition. The room was brightly lit, its warm glow illuminating the patriarch’s peaceful face. "Grandma, how has Grandpa been lately? What do the doctors say?" Heidi asked as she approached the bedside, her gaze resting on the elderly man lying there. The patriarch appeared healthy, his complexion rosy and his expression calm. It was hard to believe that someone who looked so serene had been in a coma for so long. "The doctors say the same thing they always do—his vital signs are stable, but he still hasn’t woken up," the matriarch replied. Heidi reached out and gently took her grandfather’s hand, examining it closely. When her eyes fell on his fingernails, her expression subtly changed. Just as Joseph had described, her grandfather’s fingernails showed signs of purpling. All five nail

“You’ll get used to it. I don’t reply to them anyway. You can just ignore or decline them if you want.” Joseph sighed and smiled helplessly. “Let me read some of their messages to you.” “‘Darling, are you free tonight? Can I treat you to dinner?’” “Listen to that—‘darling’? Even I haven’t called you that! How shameless! I’m blocking her.” Alice’s outrage was palpable as she quickly took action. “And this one—I already rejected her at noon, and she’s trying again.” “Her message is still about inviting you to her house to ‘fix her plumbing.’ Seriously? This is too much. I’m not just rejecting her; I’m going to teach her a lesson.” “‘If your pipes are clogged, call a plumber. Mr. Wilson doesn’t fix plumbing!’” Alice muttered indignantly as she typed. “Do whatever you want.” Joseph could only smile wryly—he was overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of his former classmates. “And this one—oh my God, this is even more absurd! Joseph, listen to this!” “‘Mr. Wilson, my mom saw your photo

“You sound disappointed.” “No wonder Grandpa has always valued you so highly. You’re just like him—a calculating merchant who only cares about profit.” “Selfish. Ruthless. Utterly unprincipled.” Heidi’s words were laced with venom, her disdain evident. “You’re absolutely right. That’s exactly who I am.” Fiona admitted it without hesitation, showing no intention of defending herself. “What’s wrong with you today?” Heidi shot her a sidelong glance, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She found Fiona’s behavior strange—completely out of character. Normally, Fiona would’ve at least argued back, but tonight she seemed utterly indifferent. “Haven’t I always been like this?” Fiona retorted, her voice calm and unaffected. “Looks like you’re really sick.” Heidi rolled her eyes, unable to resist a parting jab. Just as she was about to retreat to her room, Maria Long’s voice stopped her in her tracks. “Hey, Heidi, you’re back!” “Any progress on that thing I mentioned yesterday?” “Wha

Back in her room, Heidi sat at her desk and opened her phone. She sent all the photos she had taken today to Joseph. “Brother-in-law, take a look at these. I’ll call you later.” After sending the photos, she followed up with a message and set her phone down. With that done, she walked over to her window, drawing the curtains open and pushing the window wide. A rush of fresh air poured into the room, and she took a deep breath. Tilting her head back, she gazed at the star-speckled sky. A flood of emotions surged through her heart. "Brother-in-law, I didn’t protect you before, but from now on, I won’t let them bully you again." "I know you’re capable of protecting yourself, but I can’t help worrying. If it’s possible, I’d like to be your last line of defense." "Because, honestly, I want to eat your cooking for the rest of my life." Her words were soft, almost a whisper, as she spoke to the night sky. After a moment, she closed the window and curtains, then lay down on her bed.