After Ignatius was brought back, he lay on the bed, looking unwell.
Martin and Dax arrived with sinister intentions.
Most of the Black family's distant relatives were present, each with their own motives.
They still believed I was the weak and easily manipulated Sofia who was brought in to secure the Black family's inheritance.
Unbeknownst to them, I wasn't the same old Sofia anymore.
"Ignatius is sick, and the Black family can't go without a leader for too long. I don't see anyone competent enough here. One's a fool, and the other's an outsider," Martin remarked disdainfully as he cast a glance at Dexter.
That outsider he referred to was me.
Smirking, Martin approached the bedside. "Ignatius, if you agree to let me take control, just nod. I'll ensure Black Group prospers under my leadership."
Despite his anger, Ignatius was unable to utter a word. He gripped the covers tightly, shooting a fierce glare at Martin.
