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She pressed her lips tightly together just as Zachary spoke. "Winona, push me to the car."

Clearly, coffee time was over.

Every time he used that old, familiar nickname, Winona felt a surreal sense of vertigo.

It was as if all the bloodshed and betrayal between them had never happened.

It left her frozen for several seconds. my love

Scarlett massaged her temples. "The test results must have been terrible."

She stood up, directing her final warning entirely at Winona. "Grandfather Shaw made a declaration last night. He doesn't care about your marital drama, but Zachary's leg must heal. If it doesn't, don't expect to leave the Shaw Family alive."

Reginald Shaw was bedridden, but his word was absolute law.

Winona used to be terrified of him. Now that he had issued an ultimatum, if Zachary's leg worsened, her life was genuinely forfeit.

No one in the Shaw Family dared to defy Reginald's orders.

For a split second, Winona had a terrifying thought: Zachary was sitting there so calmly. Did he know his grandfather was going to issue this death warrant?

A woman who had destroyed his prized grandson, crippling his golden heir—how could Reginald possibly let her live?

Scarlett's warning violently shattered Winona's illusions. She realized she had been dangerously naive.

If Zachary's leg was fine, their divorce was just a matter between the two of them. The Wynn family didn't care about her, and the Shaw Family hated her.

But because his leg was ruined, it was no longer just about them. It was a matter of the Shaw Family's honor.

Reginald was brutally old-fashioned. That was why Winona had always feared him.

His philosophy was simple: whoever caused the mess pays the price.

No one dared to challenge him, and as much as Winona despised him, she couldn't deny the terrifying amount of power he wielded.

His words were a royal decree.

She grabbed the wheelchair handles and slowly pushed Zachary to the car.

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