Who Has the Final Say

Grandmother Jia had presumably seen Tang Luo's kind heart as well.

After chatting for a few more moments, she was already beaming as though she had met her beloved grandson Jia Baoyu.

Jia Baoyu had also slowly come to, staring blankly and helplessly as "Jia Rong" spoke with Grandmother Jia, unable to understand what had happened.

When he saw the pool of blood on the floor gradually congealing and drying, he hurriedly looked away, seized by disgust and fear.

Grandmother Jia took Jia Baoyu's reaction in at a glance and sighed inwardly. "All of you may leave."

The maids and old servants obeyed and departed, and the young ladies in the room were preparing to leave as well.

But Tang Luo spoke up. "Stay. In the future, all of you will be running the household. You should hear what this is about too. Are you going to spend your entire lives making merry in this garden?"

He forcibly kept every member of the Jia Family who was a generation older than himself behind.

That included Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai, and Shi Xiangyun.

The three of them did not bear the Jia surname, but Tang Luo treated them as members of the Jia Family at this moment.

In truth, there was little difference. Lin Daiyu was the Jia Family's maternal granddaughter; both her parents had passed away, and she depended on the Jia Family's Rongguo Mansion.

The Jia, Shi, Wang, and Xue Families had always been closely connected.

Only Xue Baochai, her mother, and her brother remained in the Xue Family, and they too relied on the Jia Family as it was now.

The Wang Family and Shi Family were different; they did not rely on the Jia Family.

But Shi Xiangyun was an orphan whose parents had died early. She