Mirabe tilted her head, her eyes a captivating blend of mystery and beauty. "It''s simple, really. The Cunningham family has money, right? Just gather all the big- name families in Riverdale, publicly exin how you smeared my mom''s reputation and forced her out back then, and apologize. Then, I''ll step in."


    Hearing this, Delh was taken aback. She looked up at her daughter, whose calm demeanor held a hint of coldness. Her throat tightened with emotion. Her daughter was standing up for her in her own way.


    For a family, reputation is everything. Publicly admitting wrongdoings and apologizing would be like dragging their name through the mud. How could they hold their heads high in society after that?


    Delh turned away, her eyes downcast to hide the emotions welling up inside.


    Years had passed, and although she had tried to downy those memories, hearing her daughter speak now brought a sense of relief from those long-ignored grievances.


    "Are you kidding me? Haven''t you seen what kind of person your mother is from those photos I sent you?" Kitty''s voice was a mix of anger and amusement. She turned to Delh, "Sis, you''ve got quite the daughter. After seeing those photos, she still keeps her cool..."


    The mention of the photos made something stir within Delh. Her fists clenched unconsciously, and the color drained from her face.


    Mirabe noticed the change in her mother and shot a steely nce at Kitty. Her fingers twitched slightly, "Keep talking if you have a death wish."


    Kitty felt a sharp sting on her neck and instinctively raised her hand to touch it. Before she could respond, Mirabe stood up, her ck outfit making her look even more formidable. "You''ve got one day."


    With that, she took Delh''s hand and headed for the door.


    Ignoring the pain in her neck, Kitty stood up and called after Mirabe, "Let me tell you, it''s your mom who had the messy life. If you think the Cunningham family will apologize, you''re dreaming."


    Mirabe paused at the door, turned slightly, and chuckled, "Since you don''t care about your dignity, why should I?"


    Kitty frowned, "What do you mean by that?"


    But Mirabe was already out the door, leaving Kitty''s question unanswered.


    Austin, who hadn''t had a chance to intervene, rubbed his temples in frustration, "Why couldn''t you keep your cool today? How are we going to get Sis''s daughter to treat Donald now?"


    "Emmitt, didn''t you see how Sis''s daughter was walking all over the Cunningham family?" Kitty felt no remorse for her actions.


    Austin shook his head, choosing not to argue further, and quickly left the room. Watching him go, Kitty scoffed and sank back into her chair.


    Jules, who had been observing quietly, was about to speak when he noticed the bloodstain on Kitty''s neck. "Ma''am, your neck..."


    Kitty nced at Jules, touched her neck, and saw the blood on her fingers. Though it wasn''t much, it was enough to be unsettling.


    "Where did this bloode from?" Kitty hurriedly pulled a small mirror from her


    bag. Seeing the thin, long scratch on her neck, she was shocked, nearly dropping the mirror.


    "I''m the one at fault..."