Family on Their Knees Heart Turned to Ice novel Chapter 1192

How on earth was Lillian living in a place like this?

It was a complete injustice. Why did Lillian get to live in a paradise while Sabrina was stuck in an inferior home?

The blow to her ego was devastating. The sprawling mansion she had fought so ruthlessly to secure couldn't even compare to a fraction of this estate. She had heard rumors of the extreme wealth in Halfridge Villas, but seeing it in person was staggering. It was obscenely luxurious.

As she approached Villa One, she practically drooled over the magnificent architecture and flawless landscaping. The Mercer estate wasn't even fit to be a servant's quarters compared to this. The jealousy gnawed at her insides.

A sudden thought struck her. Was Lillian really this wealthy?

Then, a wave of relief washed over her. She remembered hearing that Lillian was only renting the property.

Thank God it isn't actually hers, Sabrina thought, exhaling a breath she didn't know she was holding.

What she didn't know was that during Lillian's first round of medical treatments—when Leonard was hovering on the brink of death—he had quietly transferred a massive portion of his assets, including Villa One, entirely into Lillian's name. Lillian never paid attention to her personal finances, so she remained completely oblivious to the fact that she owned the most expensive property on the mountain.

Sabrina's mood soured as she stared at the sprawling mansion. Even if it was a rental, it was still a breathtaking estate. But if she could convince Lillian to return to the Mercer family, she might finally get a chance to enjoy this level of luxury herself. The thought made the impending humiliation slightly more tolerable.

Lillian looked exactly as she always did—intimidating and utterly infuriating. But when Sabrina's gaze landed on Eleanor, she froze.

Eleanor's hair was beautifully styled in elegant waves. She was draped in high-end designer clothing, sitting perfectly upright at the table, delicately holding her silverware. As she turned her head to look at them, Sabrina's heart skipped a beat.

Was Eleanor cured?

The elegant posture, the flawless table manners, the calm gaze—she looked completely normal.