Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 137: Mother And Son

"Fucking hell! I knew that bastard boy was nothing but a piece of shit! And Leandra—that arrogant bitch! Father always treats them better than us. The both of them have fucked everything up! The damn mother and son!" A middle-aged man with a thick mustache and short brown hair roared, his voice echoing in the lavish living room.

He kicked a large vase near the fireplace, shattering it against the marble floor. Water spilled from the broken porcelain, soaking into the expensive rug as flowers lay scattered like fallen soldiers.

"Ryan! What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you screaming?" A strikingly beautiful woman with a curvy figure rushed into the room, her silk bodycon dress flowing behind her. Her eyes immediately took in the broken vase and then narrowed on her husband, who was in the middle of grabbing another decorative piece. "What the fuck are you doing? Stop it right now! The kids are still home, for God’s sake!"

"Stop? You want me to stop?" Ryan bellowed, his chest heaving as he pointed at the television. "Why don’t you *watch this* and tell me to calm down!"

The woman turned her attention to the screen, where the news anchor’s voice filled the room:

"In a stunning revelation, Ephyra Allen has exposed a web of crimes involving her stepmother, Marianna Allen, and Alan Latham, the son of Latham Laboratories. The scandal has sent shockwaves through the business world, with Latham Industries’ stocks plummeting to an all-time low. The family’s reputation is in ruins after the dramatic events of Alan Latham and Myra Allen’s engagement banquet."

The camera cut to footage of Marianna being escorted by police, her pale face devoid of its usual arrogance. Reporters swarmed her, shouting questions that went unanswered.

Ryan sneered, his fury reigniting. "Look at this mess! Look at what that self-righteous, conniving witch has done! And Leandra—she knew, I’m sure of it. She’s always been too fucking smug for her own good. And her perfect little boy Alan—Father’s golden child! Well, guess what? The prodigy just sunk the entire ship!"

The woman stared at the screen, her expression shifting from shock to grim understanding. "I... I can’t believe this," she murmured, sinking onto the arm of the couch. "Alan’s actions and Marianna’s arrest are bad enough, but Leandra? If she’s involved in this—"

"Of course, she’s involved!" Ryan snapped, his eyes blazing. "Don’t act surprised. That woman’s been playing the long game for years. She’s the reason Father doesn’t even see the rest of us. All this favoritism, all this bullshit about Alan being the family’s savior—it’s come back to bite us all in the ass!"

"Ryan," the woman began, her voice low and cautious, "calm down. Losing your head won’t fix this. We need to figure out what happens next. What about Father? What’s he saying about all this?"

Ryan let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Oh, he hasn’t said a word to anyone. Not a damn thing! But you know what? I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s already scheming to sweep this under the rug, like he always does. God forbid the great Adam Latham admits he backed the wrong horse."

The woman’s jaw tightened. "We need to protect ourselves, Ryan. If this blows up any further, the fallout will destroy more than just them. The board will be looking for someone to blame."

Ryan met her gaze, his eyes dark with determination. "Oh, don’t you worry. I’m not going down with that ship. If Leandra and Alan want to burn everything to the ground, let them. But I’ll be damned if I let this family’s mistakes take me down too."

As the two exchanged a tense look, the news anchor’s voice returned:

"This scandal marks one of the most dramatic downfalls in recent corporate history. Industry analysts are predicting that Latham Laboratories may not recover from this debacle while Alc Architectures is going through similar things following the arrest of the CEO’s wife. Meanwhile, Aelion Laboratories continue to distance themselves from the controversy, leaving the Latham family more isolated than ever."

The woman stood, her shoulders set. "Then we start preparing now. Contact your lawyer, Ryan. And call your siblings. If this gets worse, we’ll need to present a united front—or at least make it look like we’re united."

Ryan clenched his fists, his lips curling into a grim smile. "A united front, huh? Fine. But don’t think for a second I’m letting Leandra or that spoiled brat Alan walk away from this unscathed."

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A woman was enjoying a private spa session in her luxurious home when her phone began ringing incessantly. At first, she ignored it, letting it ring twice, but by the third time, her patience wore thin. The soft hum of relaxing music and the gentle heat of the steam did little to mask her growing annoyance. She sighed, waving a manicured hand toward the spa attendant.

"Hand me my phone," she said, her tone clipped.

The attendant passed the sleek device to her, and she glanced at the screen. Amalia? What could she want now? Gloria thought, begrudgingly answering the call.

"Gloria! Finally!" Amalia’s soft yet urgent voice burst through the speaker, almost shrill. "Why the hell haven’t you been answering your phone?"

"Good morning to you too, Amalia," Gloria retorted dryly, her irritation rising. "What on earth could be so important that you have to disturb my morning spa session? And while we’re at it, you might want to work on your manners. They’re slipping."

Amalia let out a laugh, ignoring the jab. "Oh, darling, I’ll worry about etiquette later. Have you seen the news? Checked any blogs or social media apps? I’m surprised your phone isn’t blowing up like mine."

Gloria raised a perfectly arched brow. "You called me just to gossip? Really? Some of us enjoy our mornings in peace, Amalia."

"Peace? Oh, honey," Amalia laughed again, her tone laced with mockery. "You’ll wish for peace after you see this. But don’t take my word for it. Just go look it up. Any site, any news channel—take your pick. Or you can wait for your husband or brother to deliver the news like they always do. Bye!"

Before Gloria could retort, Amalia added with a wicked chuckle, "Oh, and Gloria? Your nephew... let’s just say he’s got a big one. I wouldn’t mind riding it anytime, anywhere. Ta-ta!"