Eleanor’s information sparked a bold idea. I knew Matthew liked cutting costs because he constantly sought to reduce expenses and increase profits. It was a perfect vulnerability to use against him.

I recalled advising him not to focus solely on profits. After all, being consumed by greed would only lead to failure. I remember Matthew scoffing at me, calling women timid and having no foresight.

He even pointed to his head, telling me to use my brain. It seemed he would fall to his doom because of it.

I couldn't help but feel delighted with a plan in place.

At that moment, my mom entered with Ava. Upon seeing my arm, my mom’s eyes welled with tears. "You were just about to leave, but you’re in here again. Nothing good ever comes from those two.”

Ava approached my bedside and touched my arm. "Mommy, does it hurt here? Let me blow on it, and it won't hurt anymore!"

"The Murphys just make me mad!" My mom couldn't restrain her anger.

"It doesn’t hurt much. It's just a tiny fracture.