"You say I was heavy-handed today, but if you had your way, can you imagine how awful my fate would be? Our Herd Family would probably all fall victim to your schemes. And here you are, pretending to be the Holy Mother. Your little tricks are nothing compared to your mother's. You'd best get out of my sight."
Mrs. Herd glanced over at Ghiovani Herd, who had fallen to the ground, wailing and unable to get up, and said with a sneer, "You're asking me how I can prove it? Fine, today I'll make everything clear."
"I never intended to speak about this, and I didn't want to rake up the Herd Family's dirty laundry from thirty years ago, but since the Zell Family have pushed me into a corner, I have no choice but to speak up. This man does look somewhat similar to Ghiovani Herd, but how can I be so sure after decades that he is fake? It's because... Ghiovani Herd is already dead!"
Mrs. Herd's voice was not loud, yet it seemed to shake the very house.
