Let her die.

The tension in the Apex was palpable, broken pieces of china were scattered all across the room, and torn curtains, bits, and shards of glass were all over the room a testament to the chaos that ensued just moments ago. Only those remained and the intense glares that electrified the air between the Old madam and her rebellious grandson. One too weak to even stand in the midst of the fight, supported by the only person she would allow to touch her in the entire household, Asher's stepmother. Who was giving him a look full of disappointment, and even though they had never heard a kind word from the woman his uncle and his wife stood at the opposite side, with eyes full of dispiritedness?