Her words were delivered with lethal precision, each one designed to hit home.
"So tell me," she said, her voice deadly quiet, "what kind of parents don't even grieve for their eldest daughter? And instead, they hand over the position of CEO to their second daughter." She paused, her next words hanging ominously in the air.
"And if that weren't enough, you gave your eldest daughter's fiancé to her younger sister as well. Tell me, Mrs. Valhalla, what kind of parents do that?"
The silence that followed was deafening. Mrs. Valhalla's face was a mixture of anger and shame, while Diana's expression had crumbled completely, her earlier confidence nowhere to be found. The rest of the room stood in shock, caught between Esme's ferocious truth and their own stunned disbelief.
