Chapter 591 The Last Stand

• “How could the cash in the red envelopes be poisoned? I packed them myself. This is insane.” Old Madam Grant’s face darkened with fury. Poisoning wasn’t some petty trick—it was a deadly crime. And it happened under the Grant roof. She couldn’t stomach it.
• Katherine Cornell kept quiet. She’d said all she needed to say. Who did it was plain as day. She believed the old lady knew it in her heart too—otherwise the whole first branch wouldn’t have shown up at the manor at the crack of dawn.
• Now it all hinged on how Old Madam Grant would handle it.