Just as her anger was at its peak, Cora Lowell raised her finger.
Everyone immediately turned towards her.
Cora Lowell lifted her chin, her tone icy.
"Yvonne Cheney, you tore up the last photo of me and my brother."
She paused, her gaze piercing the opponent's eyes.
"This matter must be returned with something of equal value."
Tristan Lowell's face was ashen, his hands clenched into fists.
"Cora Lowell, even if you're joking, there should be a limit!"
"Everything Isaac Lowell touched while he was alive has been buried. Over the years, throughout the Lowell Family, only you have kept one photo. Where did you get a second one? Unless you dig up the coffin! You're just being ridiculous!"
Yvonne Cheney finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She smirked, provoking Cora Lowell with a sidelong glance.
This woman always treated that photo as a treasure.
Today, she finally seized the chance to snatch it and tear it to pieces.
Even if she gets beaten, it was worth it!
