“Mom, back when Cassandra was still clueless, Zion always stuck by her side—maybe ‘cause Grandpa told him to. But now that she’s sharp as a tack, she’s definitely hanging onto him for backup. Wouldn’t be surprised if she’s already turning him against you. So honestly, it makes sense that he’s still protecting her,” Vera said, tapping her finger thoughtfully before glancing around and lowering her voice with a venomous edge. “At this point, we can’t count on that little brat anymore. I was thinking… Mom, you’re still young. Why not try for a baby with Dad? Best if it’s a boy. Zion's only five—plenty could happen in the future. And who ends up as the heir of the Taylors might not be set in stone.”
She might hold the title of the Taylors’ second daughter, but she wasn’t one by blood—and
