Chapter 73

"Nine million?" Richard Lowell's eyes widened, his teacup nearly slipping from his grasp.

His fingers trembled slightly as he repeatedly flipped through the bill.

William Lowell stood nearby, his expression conflicted. "Dad, Composer T's going rate has been over five million per composition these past two years."

Victoria Lowell sat curled in the sofa corner, wringing her hands. "I only bought some clothes and handbags..."

"You call this 'some'?" Richard slammed the table. "Nine million could buy an apartment!"

Victoria lifted her tear-reddened eyes. "Are you both blaming me now?"

The air turned glacial.

William cleared his throat. "Mom, perhaps you could apologize to Sophia?"

"Yes, exactly," Richard quickly agreed. "That girl always falls for that approach."

Victoria let out a bitter laugh.

Sophia's words - "if I had a choice" - echoed in her mind.

So everyone knew Sophia craved familial love.

Yet no one was willing to give it.

"You expect me to shoulder this alone?" Victoria's voice shook.

Richard rubbed his hands nervously. "I've invested everything in 'River Banquet'..."

William studied the floor. "I just transferred money to Emily..."

Victoria abruptly stood.

Without a word, she turned toward the stairs.

As the bedroom door clicked shut, searing pain shot through her.

She staggered toward the vanity.

The medicine box clattered to the floor.

White pills scattered like fallen snow.