Chapter 47

Emily's eyes flickered with sudden realization.

"So that money came from Grandfather..."

Nathan's expression darkened. "She casually spent nine million on Mom without blinking. Clearly Grandfather's been generous with her. And now she dares bite the hand that feeds her? We never should have brought her back."

Emily bit her lip. "What do we do now? If Mom really used that money without Sophia's knowledge, the lawsuit could..."

"Stop panicking."

Nathan sneered. "Grandfather's money belongs to the Lowell family. What right does Sophia Laurent have to demand it back?"

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. "Even if this reaches Grandfather, she's the one at fault. Humiliating the Lowell family like this? Grandfather will make her pay first."

He immediately pulled out his phone and posted on Weibo.

Nathan Lowell: @SophiaLaurent Suing your own mother with Grandfather's money? Disgracing the Lowell name? Is this your idea of filial piety?

The post exploded across the internet instantly.

As a top-tier music idol, Nathan's fanbase dwarfed Emily's. Previously uninvolved fans swarmed to join the drama.

Netizens finally grasped the key point.

Wait—where did Sophia get that money? If it's from Patriarch Lowell, doesn't that make it family funds?

LMAO, using Lowell money to sue Lowells? What kind of mental gymnastics is this?

170k in damages? Is this a joke?

Still fuming, Nathan dialed Sophia's number.

"The number you have dialed is currently unavailable—"

His face twisted. "She blocked me?"

Enraged, he hurled his phone against the wall. "Let's see how long she lasts without the Lowell name! She better not come crawling back!"

Emily's lips curled imperceptibly before she soothed, "Don't be angry, Nathan. You know how stubborn she is—"

"Unbelievable!" Nathan roared. "Where did she learn these gutter manners?"

Snatching his assistant's spare phone, he redialed.

This time, the call connected.

"Who is this?"

Hearing Sophia's cool voice, Nathan blurted, "How dare you block me?"

A soft chuckle came through. "That's why you called?"

Nathan flushed at his outburst. Controlling his temper, he hissed, "Listen carefully, Sophia. Grandfather's money is family money. What's done is done. Are you trying to make us a laughingstock?"

He took a sharp breath. "And that public lie? Have you considered the consequences?"

Sophia toyed with a pen, amusement coloring her tone. "Who said the money came from Grandfather?"

"What lie?"

Nathan frowned. "Not from Grandfather? Then where—"

His voice turned odd. "Don't tell me Ethan Winston gave it to you?"