The Morgan Family Matriarch valued her life dearly. Ever since she turned sixty, she had been cultivating herself, seldom getting angry.
Junior family members like Sandra Morgan rarely saw the Matriarch without a smile on her face, let alone now in such a rage. Though she seemed to keep out of affairs, the authority to decide the Morgan Family's major matters still rested in her hands.
Morgan City looked at the Matriarch like this, glanced at his daughter who was still clueless about the situation, then turned to his wife, who was full of anxiety, and sighed helplessly.
"Mom, calm down, please."
Morgan City's words not only failed to comfort the Matriarch but instead sparked her fury.
The Matriarch swiftly grabbed the teacup lid from the table and hurled it straight at Morgan City's head. With a muffled bang, everyone saw blood oozing from Morgan City's forehead.
