Family on Their Knees Heart Turned to Ice novel Chapter 1167

If Lillian hears you call Mom a lunatic, she will bury you.

And that woman upstairs? She orchestrated the entire thing. The two of you drove Mom to insanity.

Making Sabrina care for her is the absolute bare minimum! Grandmother wanted you to care for Mom for the rest of her life, but Lillian showed mercy and allowed you to divorce and remarry.

Given all that, is asking Sabrina to act as a caretaker really too much?

And don't give me that garbage about the hospital. She's full of tricks, and you're the only idiot who still believes her."

Colin let out a harsh laugh, completely dismissing Sabrina's so-called illness.

"Faking illness is practically her Olympic sport. Did you forget her legendary fainting spells on the livestream?

She spent half a month broadcasting from a hospital bed just to milk the public for sympathy.

She's just running the same playbook today. It's effortless for her."

Martin's anxiety spiked into fury again. Hearing his sons tear apart the woman he loved made his blood boil.

"Will you only be satisfied when she's dead?!"

Did you forget about the miscarriage? Her body was wrecked after she lost the baby, and that's why she's so fragile now.

You don't show an ounce of compassion, and instead, you stand here spewing this venom!

Is this the Mercer family's moral standard now? You have zero respect for me as your father!"

"Dad, you're the one blindly in love with her, not us. Because we aren't clouded by emotion, we see the reality far clearer than you ever will.

And fine, if you want to keep living in a delusion, go right ahead. Just don't expect us to sink with you.

Enough. We've handed you the ultimate blueprint to win Lillian back.

And wouldn't Sabrina benefit from that immense power, too?

As long as Lillian returned to the fold, as long as she became a Mercer once more, the throne of Northwyn was theirs for the taking.

It was right there, within arm's reach.

Slowly, Martin lifted his gaze toward the second floor, staring in the direction of his master bedroom.

His sons had a point.

Sabrina loved him more than anything. She constantly said she would do anything for him.

Serving Eleanor for a while... how bad could it really be? The estate had a small army of maids, and they could always hire more to do the heavy lifting. It wasn't like she'd be doing manual labor.

With a newfound, dangerous resolve hardening his features, Martin slowly began to walk up the stairs...