In a separate courtyard of the Lin Family in Zhonghai, bright lights illuminated the room where Lin Shiyu stood defiantly in the center, her face cold as she looked at Lin Xuanliang with eyes full of disappointment and hatred.
The atmosphere was exceptionally heavy.
"Lin Xuanliang, I never thought you could be so despicable."
Lin Shiyu said with a face full of hatred, her words piercingly cold.
"How dare you, Lin Shiyu, to speak to the Family Head like that."
A man dressed in luxurious clothing admonished her in a low voice.
Lin Xuanliang frowned, gestured with his hand, and then looked at Lin Shiyu with an indifferent expression, "Shiyu, as a member of the Lin Family, you must contribute to the family's revival. The time has come for your sacrifice. Do not resent your uncle; everything is for the sake of the Lin Family."
"For the sake of the Lin Family, you make it sound so noble, yet isn't it all for your own desires?"
