Lindsey was watching the triplets sleep in the crib; three months had passed since their birth.

"Lin, let's go to the break room. It's time for you and me to have a conversation about Lina."

Lindsey became uneasy. Months ago, she had wanted to talk to her grandmother about her mother, but with the pregnancy, that topic had been forgotten. She took the old woman's hand, and they headed to the break room, sitting face to face.

"My dear, what I'm about to tell you, take it calmly. Some parts were told to me by your mother, and others are investigations I did at that time."

"Okay, I was about to ask you about my mother and why my father hates me so much."

"I want you to know that your mother didn't die from an illness; she was murdered. The Rose S.A. textile company and the mansion that belonged to your mother are now yours."

Lindsey, upon hearing that her mother was murdered, immediately froze, not fully comprehending what she had just heard. Only one word could escape her mouth.

"What?"