Madam Chen stood tall and unyielding, her eyes blazing with the fury of a mother wronged. "Pack your things and leave. You won't take anything more from my daughter," she repeated, her voice cold as ice.
Madam Lin was still sputtering, unable to comprehend the finality of the situation. Her husband stood behind her, silent and defeated, his earlier smugness vanquished by the revelation of the fake deed. He glanced over at Madam Chen, who now commanded the room with an air of absolute authority, and could do nothing but look away in shame.
