Family on Their Knees Heart Turned to Ice novel Chapter 1451

Perhaps it was precisely because of her notoriously low status that Sabrina carried zero psychological burden regarding dignity.

So what if she had to publicly drop to her knees and grovel?

It wasn't like she was ever accepted into the elite circles of high-society wives anyway. Those self-proclaimed noblewomen had always shunned her, finding her repulsive.

And yet, she knew perfectly well that some of those very women had also climbed the ranks as mistresses—they were just better at hiding their tracks and maintaining a pristine reputation.

Martin stared at her in utter disbelief.

Brandon was even more appalled. Halfridge Villas? It was laughable that Sabrina even dared to scheme for the most exclusive real estate in the city.

But her sheer greed didn't matter right now. As long as she was willing to satisfy Eleanor's demand, he would gladly leverage it.

"You know better than anyone that Lillian and I have the best relationship in the family. I'll pitch your request to her.

Lillian has a deep sentimental attachment to the old estate since she was born and raised there.

If she reclaims it, she might just let you live in Halfridge Villas."

With the bait successfully dangled, Sabrina turned to Martin. "I can do it. What's a little public groveling?

Bella is drowning in millions of dollars of debt, and if I don't help her, who will?

Martin, even if you step down, once Lillian comes back and restores the Mercer Group to its former glory, you'll never have to worry about a thing for the rest of your life.

It's just a public apology.

I've literally dropped to my knees on a live stream before."

Martin closed his eyes in utterly defeated resignation. He was out of options.

Just minutes ago, Sabrina had been whispering frantically in his ear, swearing she would never compromise. Now she was volunteering.

Running out of patience and irritated by Eleanor's relentless whining behind him, Brandon pressed Martin one last time. "Dad, give me an answer. What's it going to be?"

Martin gave a stiff, hollow nod. "The day your sister returns, I'll follow your arrangement.

The sight of the former patriarch and his wife publicly groveling left the entire crowd utterly dumbfounded.

Lillian couldn't care less what Brandon had promised to coerce them into performing The Kneeling Penance.

She only cared about the visual result. The process meant absolutely nothing to her.

The moment their knees hit the floor, Lillian's ultimate goal—the one she had envisioned since she first demanded the apologies—was finally achieved.

If she hadn't relentlessly conditioned them through daily torture, would they have dropped to their knees so seamlessly today?

This was the exact reason she had spent so much time suppressing her own disgust and allowing them into Halfridge Villas in the first place.

With the entire crowd watching, the gossip mill went into overdrive. Countless guests aggressively shoved their phones forward, capturing photos and recording videos of the historic humiliation.

Brandon and Colin instinctively moved to block the cameras, horrified that the groveling and confessions were being immortalized. But Lillian simply cast a glacial, satisfied glance in their direction.

Seeing the undeniable pleasure in her eyes, Brandon instantly dropped any thought of intervening.