Instead of calling her son… instead of shouting at his mistress…

She reached into her coat and pulled out a sleek black bank card.

“Do you know why your father-in-law made me keep that land by the highway?” she asked quietly. “He said Daniel was impulsive. That I shouldn’t give it to him. That I should save it for the one who truly cares about this family.”

Claire stared at her.

“I sold it yesterday.”

Claire froze.

“That was your security…”

“What security?” Mrs. Eleanor replied firmly. “My daughter-in-law is lying in a hospital bed, and my grandson can’t even go to school.”

Then she dialed a number.

“Hello, Mr. Carter? It’s Eleanor. Cancel the will I prepared for my son. I want to transfer everything under a conditional agreement—to my daughter-in-law, Claire.”

Claire’s eyes widened.

It turned out Mrs. Eleanor had quietly held 40% of the company shares all along, a co-founder alongside her late husband. She had stepped back, letting Daniel run things… but now, she was taking control back.

But she wasn’t finished.

She picked up Claire’s phone and took a picture—Claire lying weak in bed, the IV in her arm… and another of the two children sitting on the hospital floor, eating instant noodles.