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    In the living room, Sansa was still in hysterics, her cries echoing as she caused amotion.


    “Brian, now that you’re back with the Nash family, you should uphold justice and not favor your daughter. Tiffany took A and hid her away. You must make her return my daughter. If I don’t get A today, I swear I’ll end my life right here and let everyone in Blebert know that Tiffany drove her own aunt-inw to death!”


    Though she had been expelled from the Nash family long ago, Sansa still clung to the title of Mrs. Nash as if it were her birthright. However, her current state—kneeling on the floor, disheveled and screaming like a scorned child—was worlds away from the poised and regal matriarch she once was during her days as the family’s hostess.


    The Nash family members looked visibly ufortable as Sansa continued her dramatic outburst. A’s father, Rex, stood to the side, asionally dabbing at his eyes and letting out long, mournful sighs, as though he were the most aggrieved party in the room.


    Paul sat rigidly on the sofa, silent and unmoving. With his face concealed by his ever-present mask, it was impossible to gauge his emotions or stance on the matter. Yet, despite Sansa’s increasingly outrageous usations, he made no move to intervene.


    Sergio and Hannah, the current head and hostess of the family, stood dutifully by Paul’s side. Their lips remained sealed, and their presence deferential, likely because Paul’s authority demanded their silence.


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    From her vantage point on the stairs, Marissa observed the chaos below, her expression calm and unreadable.


    Marissa had expected Sansa to make a scene at the Nash family’s residence, so she wasn’t at all surprised by themotion. In fact, she had been anticipating Sansa’s arrival today.


    The day Sansa and A caused trouble at the Peridot Consortium’s office building, Marissa had ensured A was brought to Skytop Mansion while Sansa was detained.


    For a much-needed lesson, Marissa had been closely monitoring Sansa’s every move.


    As Sansa continued to make threats about ending her life if A wasn’t returned, Marissa seized the moment to speak. “Go ahead, then,” she said tly.


    She gestured towards the wall, her tone cool and direct. “If you’re serious, that wall is your best bet.”


    At Marissa’s words, everyone shifted their gaze toward the stairs, taken aback by her blunt response.


    Given Sansa’s hysterical outbursts, many of the onlookers were visibly concerned and even considered stepping in, fearing that she might actually follow through on her threats and cause a scandal for the Nash family.


    But to their shock, Marissa didn’t try to calm her down. Instead, she seemed to be egging Sansa on, almost adding fuel to the fire.


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