Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 462: Grandma Mega’s downfall

Sinclair?!

It really was him!!

Grandma ga’s gaunt face tensed visibly, the veins at her temples bulging against her withered skin, twisting her expression into sothing almost monstrous.

"Antonio was torn apart by him—left without a whole corpse—just for laying a hand on that woman!"

She jabbed a bony finger toward Madam ga, who sat crumpled on the floor, her voice dripping with venom.

"And now this woman has been cast out of the ga family because of him.

Yet he still pushes further, refusing to let go, refusing to spare our family?!

The sheer audacity!!"

Facing consequences for wrongdoing was only fair.

And she called this compensation?

"Audacity?"

Stephen’s voice was cool, the mockery at the corner of his lips deepening.

"Tsk tsk, honestly, I feel the sa way."

Reclining in his wheelchair, he narrowed his eyes with faint amusent.

"But what exactly can you do about it? Sinclair’s not like back then—trapped under the ga family’s thumb, at your rcy."

Grandma ga choked on his words, her breaths growing heavier. Indeed.

Even when the ga family was at the height of its power, she wouldn’t have dared to cross Sinclair lightly—let alone now.

"How does it feel," Stephen’s lips curled in a sardonic smile as he watched the matriarch choke on her words, "to be on the receiving end of the sa bullying tactics you’ve wielded all your life?

Only this ti, the power isn’t on your side."

Stephen leaned forward slightly, enunciating the next words with deliberate softness, each syllable hanging in the air like a blade.

"Face it, Grandma—you brought this upon yourself."

The last phrase was uttered so quietly it might have been carried away by a breeze, yet it struck her ears with the force of a slap.

"Shut your filthy mouth, you bastard!"

The matriarch’s palm slamd onto the rosewood table with a crack—her prized bodhi prayer beads splintering beneath the impact, though she paid them no heed.

Her chest heaved with ragged breaths as realization dawned. "You knew everything from the start, didn’t you?

This whole ti, you’ve been colluding with that Luther scoundrel!"

Fragnts of mory surfaced—Stephen’s ominous visit before Antonio’s downfall, his chilling prophecy about "twelve consecutive hexagrams foretelling doom."

It had all been part of their sche.

Her nails dug into the woodgrain.

No foreign power, not even the Luther Family with all their mainland influence, could have dismantled the ga empire so thoroughly in re weeks.

Unless... Her gaze sharpened.

"It was you. You handed them the blueprint to destroy us."

"Colluding?"

Stephen’s pallid face brightened with genuine amusent, his chuckle rasping like dry leaves.

"Oh no, dear grandmother.

This is what they call poetic justice."

"Mr. Luther and I simply have different motives but share the sa goal."

That was the truth.

His reasons for targeting the ga family with Sinclair were different, yet their ultimate objective aligned perfectly—to ensure the ga family’s complete annihilation.

So it was true.

Suspecting sothing was one thing; hearing it confird was another.

Grandma ga’s entire body burned with fury as she listened to Stephen’s words, her rage reaching its peak at the sight of his unshaken composure.

Her finger trembled as she pointed at him, her chest heaving violently, her breaths growing increasingly ragged.

"You vile bastard... I should have had you run over back then—sent you straight to hell to reunite with that mother of yours!"

Of course, her restraint hadn’t stemd from rcy.

She had wanted to watch Stephen suffer, broken and tornted.

Just as she had crushed his mother beneath her heel, she had intended to do the sa to her son.

"Given your advanced age and limited ti left, I could overlook whatever insults you hurl at .

However—"

The faint smile on Stephen’s lips faded, his usually gentle expression darkening.

"—you should never have spoken of my mother.

You don’t even deserve to utter her na."

His eyes narrowed as he fixed Grandma ga with an icy glare.

"Tan."

"Yes, Mr. Stephen."

The young man standing behind Stephen imdiately understood his boss’s unspoken command and strode toward Grandma ga.

Martin had witnessed Tan take down two burly security guards with ease.

Now, seeing him approach the frail old woman, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Surely Stephen wasn’t actually ordering this man to strike his own step mother?

One punch would be enough to— Both Mr. ga and his wife stood frozen, their minds blank with shock.

"Stephen! What do you think you’re doing?"

Grandma ga turned her aged face toward her step son, her expression twisted with barely contained fury.

"You wouldn’t dare lay a hand on —*SMACK!*"

Her words were cut short by a sharp, resounding slap.

*Slap!*

The crisp sound of the slap cut off Grandma ga mid-sentence.

Tan’s expression remained indifferent.

As soone who had witnessed firsthand the things this wretched woman had done to his employer, he felt no hesitation in delivering the strike.

The spacious lounge fell into absolute silence after the sudden slap, the air so thick with tension it seed to freeze.

Mr. ga and his wife gaped at the scene before them, utterly stunned.

Stephen had always maintained a composed and gentle deanor in front of others—even when conflicts arose, he rarely showed aggression.

Because of this, they had assud he was rely trying to intimidate Grandma ga.

Never had they imagined he would actually order soone to strike her!

Martin’s heart pounded violently.

His gaze flickered from the slapped Grandma ga to the cowering ga, before finally settling on Stephen.

At this point, the outco of this confrontation was crystal clear.

Narrow, calculating eyes glinting, he began reassessing his own plans.

But of all those present, none was more shocked than Grandma ga herself.

For decades, she had reigned as the matriarch of the ga family, basking in prestige and authority for most of her life.

Whether within the ga family or in the eyes of other prominent families, she had always been a figure of reverence.

No one had ever dared to show her disrespect, let alone lay a hand on her.

Yet this illegitimate wretch, Stephen, had the audacity to order soone to strike her—in public, no less!

Grandma ga clutched her stinging cheek, her gaze fixed on Stephen with venomous intensity.

Her aged eyes bulged unnaturally wide, filled with such malice that the sight was almost terrifying.

"You vile beast," she rasped, her voice grating like the snarl of a wounded predator.

"I should have made sure that whore and her bastard died together on the operating table when she was giving birth to you..."

Stephen didn’t so much as flinch.

Instead, he t her poisonous glare with an icy calm, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.

"Seems one slap wasn’t enough to teach you proper manners," he interrupted smoothly, his tone deceptively mild.

"Tan, this is your fault."

"My mistake," Tan acknowledged without hesitation.

In one swift motion, he delivered another sharp slap—this ti to the other side of grandma ga’s face.

His precision was impeccable.

The strike left a vivid red mark on her livid face, yet the force was carefully asured—enough to humiliate, but not enough to send her frail fra toppling from her seat.

Watching as grandma ga trembled with rage, her pallid face a mask of barely contained fury, Stephen allowed his smirk to deepen ever so slightly.

When dealing with enemies, the simplest and most brutal thods are often the most satisfying.

"You little bastard!"

Grandma ga felt all the blood in her body rush to her head, her reason completely gone.

"I’ll kill you!!"

Without another thought, she shot up from her seat and lunged toward Stephen.

Did she think he was invisible?

Tan arched an eyebrow and swiftly extended an arm to block Grandma ga’s path.

But before his hand could even make contact, she suddenly froze in place, clutching her chest.

"I didn’t even touch you," Tan said, taking a step back as he eyed her labored breathing with suspicion.

"Don’t even think about faking it."

"Gasp... gasp..."

Madam ga’s eyes bulged unnaturally wide, her chest heaving violently as if she couldn’t catch her breath.

Perhaps it was because the lounge was too quiet, or perhaps her gasps were simply too loud—but everyone heard it clearly.

"Mom! Mom!"

Mr. ga was the first to snap out of it, his steps unsteady as he rushed toward the elderly Madam ga.

"Are you alright?"

At this critical mont, they absolutely couldn’t afford another mishap.

The sky had already fallen on the ga family—there was no way he could shoulder it alone.

*Alright?*

At a ti like this, and all he could muster was such a useless question.

Madam ga watched the scene unfold between Mr. ga and the elderly matriarch, her lips curling into a sneer.

*Does that old woman look even remotely "alright"?*

Grandma ga opened her mouth to respond, but before she could speak, a violent coughing fit seized her.

"Cough—*cough, cough*—"

Her pallid face flushed a deep, unnatural red. "

*Cough—*"

Then, with a wet, choking sound, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Her legs gave way, and she crumpled to the ground.

"*Mother!!*

" Mr. ga lunged forward to catch her, but with one arm useless, he couldn’t steady her weight.

The two of them collapsed together in a tangled heap—utterly undignified.

"Martin!"

Mr..ga’s frantic gaze swept the room before locking onto his cousin.

"What the hell are you just standing there for?!"

"Get over here and help !"