“Mom… is she the one who hurt Grandma?”

The rooftop went silent.

The woman in gold froze.

Every guest who had been enjoying the spectacle stopped pretending this was entertainment.

The woman in blue slowly turned to her son.

Her face softened for just a second.

“Yes.”

The woman in gold snapped back to life.

“You little liar.”

But there was fear in it now.

Real fear.

The woman in blue faced her again.

“My mother begged you not to touch the company while she was sick.”

The older woman’s lips parted.

“You forged signatures.”

The guests were staring openly now.

“You moved money.”

The woman in gold shook her head.

“No.”

“And when my mother died, you thought no one would question why everything suddenly belonged to your husband.”

The woman in gold’s breathing turned ragged.

“That’s insane.”

The woman in blue lifted her phone again.

“It would be.”

Her thumb moved across the screen.

“If I didn’t have the recordings.”

The older woman stumbled back a step.

The boy tightened his grip on his mother’s hand.

One of the guests lowered his glass completely.

The woman in blue’s voice dropped lower.

“You humiliated me in front of all these people because you thought I still needed your permission to stand here.”

The woman in gold whispered,

“You can’t do this to me.”

The woman in blue gave a hollow, disbelieving smile.

“No.”

Her eyes filled again, but her voice never shook.

“You did this to yourself.”

The woman in gold’s knees weakened.

Then the woman in blue delivered the line that shattered whatever power she had left.

“You didn’t just steal my mother’s company.”

She looked at her son, then back at the older woman.

“You stole it from her grandson.”