"Alex… Please…" Trisha voice cracked as she forced a smile, her lips trembling. "Don't… don't do this. I'm your stepmother. We're family—family should love and support each other, right?"
Alex didn't spare a glance at Trisha Wells' desperate pleas. Instead, he shifted his gaze toward The old man.
"Mr. Edwin and Sir, she's one of yours. How you handle her is up to you."
The old man and Edwin immediately understood. Alex was giving him the face and not laying hands on her himself thinking he would disrespect them. And in a choice between a distant relative and the man who had single-handedly altered their fate, the decision was obvious.
Without hesitation, the old man responded firmly, "Although Trisha bears the Wells name, she's from a distant branch and has no ties to the main family. Moreover, she led an unauthorized intrusion into Reid Industries, causing significant disruption… Sending her to prison would be a just consequence."
