"This is not right, sis!" Rubina's voice trembled as she joined the protest. Her sightless eyes searched the room, as if Rivana's actions had shaken her foundation. "You are disrespecting Dad by pulling these tricks," she accused, her voice strained with emotion.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she continued, her body trembling visibly. Her helper reached out to steady her, holding her arm gently. "I know you want to slander us, put dirt on our name," Rubina said, her words choked with frustration. "You're doing all this to throw us out, right? Just do it now! Don't play dirty games."
Rivana stood still, her gaze steady as she watched Rubina's outburst. She could feel the shift in the room—several staff members already sympathized with Rubina. The glares from the helpers and maids were clear enough. That had always been the case: people felt more for those who seemed weak, helpless, and kind. Rubina had perfected the art of looking like the victim in every situation.
