Did they genuinely not care about her condition at all?
Was she even considered family to them anymore?
Or, in their eyes, was she already as good as dead?
It was darkly ironic. These were the sons and grandsons she had once showered with love and attention.
Though, of course, her grandmother had always favored Lillian the most.
Lillian had no intention of bringing up her grandmother's health with them. Good or bad, there was no reason to keep them in the loop.
Unless they took the initiative to ask.
But knowing them, they wouldn't want to know anyway.
They were busy, after all!
Busy clawing for power, busy romancing their mistresses.
Perhaps it was a twist of fate, but Martin Mercer woke up that morning feeling terribly ill.
Sabrina wasn't home, leaving him without a single person to dote on him.
After the staff served his breakfast, they scattered to do their chores. He sat on the sofa, feeling miserable, and nobody even noticed, let alone asked if he was okay.
This only fueled Martin's mounting resentment.
When he called Sabrina, she was in the doctor's office discussing Bella's surgical options.
Seeing his name on the screen, Sabrina hung up without a second thought.
She fired back a brief text: *Busy. I'll call you back later.*
Already annoyed by being sent to voicemail, that text sent Martin over the edge.


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