THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 765

If her son were still alive, her granddaughter would be a hundred, a thousand, a million times more brilliant than that little Gonzales brat. That girl wouldn't even be worthy of cleaning her granddaughter's shoes.

But she had no granddaughter.

The thought brought tears to the Dowager's eyes, a single drop rolling down her wrinkled cheek. It was all Flavia's fault. If it weren't for that bitch, her son would still be alive.

The grief quickly morphed into a fierce, cold hatred.

*May God grant my wish,* she prayed silently, *and let that little bastard die here in Valerium.*

Rosemary smiled. "Don't worry, Mother. Even if she did manage to diagnose him, so what? Lance said the prescription she wrote won't cure Brock. In fact, it will only make him worse."

"Is that true?" The Dowager's eyes lit up. Her prayers were being answered. If Caitlin failed to cure Brock, the Palmer family would not let her off easy. She would be torn to pieces.

"Absolutely," Rosemary confirmed. "I asked Mr. Lance myself."

A wave of relief washed over the Dowager. *Excellent. Truly excellent.*

"Mother, Rosemary," Flavia said, entering the room. She looked pale, likely a side effect of the new medication. "The herbal tea is ready."

She carried the teapot over to them, pouring a cup for the Dowager first, then for Rosemary. This was her daily routine: personally preparing tea and snacks for her mother-in-law and sister-in-law, then spending the afternoon in the chapel praying for her deceased husband. For twenty years, she had not set foot outside the castle walls. Her life was a monotonous, colorless existence.

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