Chapter 1125

• Madam Fina's heart burned with resentment. Why should she bow down to Prudence? The mere thought of it was unbearable!
• Sam remained composed, his expression unreadable. After a brief silence, he spoke in a calm, detached manner. "Aunt, she's already gone. What difference does it make if we kneel or light incense for her?"
• "But Prudence..." Madam Fina started, but before she could finish, Sam raised a hand, cutting her off. "You are the lady of the Smith family now. You hold that title, while she doesn’t even have a body left to claim. Her memorial tablet in the ancestral hall is nothing more than a piece of wood—utterly meaningless. The living are the ones who prevail, and she is no longer part of this world."