Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 1192

“To me, she’s already locked up for life. Why would I bother getting her killed in prison and risk getting myself tangled up in a mess?”

“So, Mrs. Sheldon, if you’d just use your head for a second, you’d see there’s no way Ludwik or I could be the killer!”

Emma’s brow furrowed, obviously unimpressed by Whitney’s bluntness. “Setting aside whether you’re a suspect or not, you clearly have no respect for your elders. You don’t even call me ‘Grandma’—so don’t blame me for doubting you.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, give it a rest, old woman!” Jared finally snapped, unable to hold back anymore.

Sure, Florence’s death was a tragedy, and it pained him too. But, honestly, this family had only just started to settle down. Jared could see that his son, Hudson, was looking to retire any day now, and the Sheldon Group had nearly gone under several times—each time, it was Ludwik who helped Whitney save it.

Now, Whitney was the rising star. Sooner or later, the whole Sheldon legacy would probably end up in her hands. The old man might not be thrilled about it, but there was no one else to count on—especially since Whitney’s mother, Parisa, had become such a powerful figure.

Emma, on the other hand, was just too proud to see the truth.

“Are you yelling at me too, Jared? Am I wrong? Just look at the way she treats me. Is that how a granddaughter behaves? She’s nothing like Florence, who knew how to sweet-talk her way into everyone’s heart…”

Emma grumbled, eyeing Whitney with clear disapproval. She could never warm up to Whitney—she wasn’t soft or likable like Florence, just cold, just like her mother, Parisa.

Whitney pretended not to hear any of it. Honestly, she’d stopped caring about Emma’s opinion long ago. That woman had ruined her mother’s life; she was no saint. If it weren’t for Hudson—her father—Whitney wouldn’t have bothered with any of these people.

But she hadn’t come here to argue with Emma.