Chapter 81
Myra’s fist clenched tightly as the memories of her mother’s last days resurfaced. She could still see her mother, desperately searching for her father like a madwoman, ignoring all the advice from others. That image haunted Myra. As she fixed her icy gaze on the woman before her, she couldn’t help but smirk bitterly. “Enough with the games. I’m sure you have a purpose in coming here. So, what is it that you’re planning now? Do you want me to give up my inheritance rights to Stark Group?”
Kris stomped her foot in mock frustration. “Sis, this must be a misunderstanding! Dad asked me to come to you because you didn’t answer my calls earlier. The company is in trouble, and some shareholders are against him staying on as director. To prevent the company from falling into the hands of outsiders, he thought of reaching out to you for help. Don’t you own twenty percent of Stark Group’s shares?”
Myra’s words were cutting. “What’s this? Aren’t you and your mother being too greedy? You already have thirty percent of Cameron Stark’s shares, isn’t that enough for you? Why are you coming after mine too?”
Kris’ face shifted slightly, but she pressed on. “Sis, don’t you want to protect what Grandpa built? Don’t you want to make sure outsiders don’t take over the company? Dad promised that he’s only borrowing your shares. He will return them once things settle down. He never planned on—”
“In your dreams,” Myra cut her off, her voice cold. Hearing Kris mention their grandfather stirred up a familiar resentment. If it weren’t for Kris and her mother… If it weren’t for them, none of this would have happened. Myra trembled with anger as she opened the door to her house. “Stop calling me ‘sis.’ You don’t deserve to.”
Kris bit her lip, the hatred in her eyes barely contained. And then, as if the words had been waiting to be unleashed, she lashed out. “Myra, you arrogant b*tch! No wonder neither Sean nor Dad cares about you! I’ve always been as good as you, yet you always looked down on me! But now, you’re going to get what you deserve! I heard Lyla Fisher is back, so what makes you think Sean would still want you? In fact, he already threw you out of the house! Oh, and there’s something else you should know… Mom is pregnant. The doctor says it’s probably going to be a boy!”
Kris’ words slithered around Myra like a venomous snake, biting deep into her. She felt a chill spreading through her, but she didn’t stop. With a heavy heart, she slammed the door shut behind her, blocking Kris from any further view. So, they think they’ve won, don’t they? Myra’s mind raced. They think a male heir is all they need to take everything from me. But I won’t give in to their schemes.
As Kris walked away, a satisfied smirk curled on her lips. She had accomplished what she came for—delivering the cruel news of her mother’s pregnancy. For years, she had been overshadowed by Myra, who was always favored by their grandfather. Now, it was her turn to enjoy the bitterness of revenge. Once the boy was born, the company would be his, and Myra would have no say in the matter. Kris couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction.
On the other side of town, Myra had been visiting Hart Group regularly ever since Tony had taken the hit for her. She couldn’t shake the guilt she felt for what had happened—his injuries were a direct result of her involvement. His hospitalization had made headlines, shocking the entire city. Elliot was right. Tony’s hands are everything to him. He shouldn’t have taken that blow for me.
Despite the guilt, Myra kept coming back. Every day, she made soup to help Tony recover, carefully choosing different types of broth that she thought would aid his healing process. It was the only thing she could think to do for him. She delivered the soups to Leo every lunch break, and he always made sure Tony received them. Today was no different. Myra handed Leo the thermos, her voice soft. “Mr. Clark, please give this to Mr. Hart.”