The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 892

“She’s my wife,” Isaac declared, his voice laced with a simmering anger.

“Carla, I’ve given you chances, but your incessant targeting of her has pushed me past my limit,” he continued, his glare hardening.

Carla opened her mouth to retort, but a stern glance from Isaac silenced her.

“Evander and Hazel,” Isaac turned to address Carla’s parents with a tone that brooked no argument. “If you intend to meddle in this legal matter, then be prepared for a thorough accounting.”

He let the threat hang in the air, the unspoken consequences of their past deeds, which could land them behind bars, clear in his icy stare.

Carla’s parents dared not utter another word. When Grace was alive, she had a say over Isaac. Now that she was gone, the Salters were under Isaac’s rule, and no one dared step out of line.

Isaac ushered Brittany into the hall, draping his coat over her shoulders. “You won’t kneel tonight. Just sit by my side and keep me company,” he said softly.

According to the customs of Imperial City, the night before a burial was for vigil-keeping by the family’s younger generations.

However, Brittany was frail and could hardly endure.

she whispered

the coffin, a picture

knelt as well, the hall silent except for the crackle of flames. The night stretched

was nearly swallowed by the sorrow of the wake, not closing her eyes

joined the Salters in bidding Grace a

the time all rites were concluded, it was one o’clock in

announce the will, a man of utmost trust to Grace

the attorney cleared his throat

are to be divided equally, with fifty-one percent bequeathed to Mr. Isaac

had anticipated this. Carla had mentioned the will before, but they had never imagined Grace would leave everything

contain himself and started to rise, but a single piercing look from Isaac sent him back into his seat, humiliated and silenced.

estate into shares, bonds, mutual funds,

rest of the estate was divided among Isaac and Noel, Carla, and the Salter grandchildren.

sum of cash. Compared to the others, what he received was negligible-a final act of mercy

for Manuel, he received nothing.

“The will of Grace Salter has been declared. Are there any

I been left out?” Manuel couldn’t hold back. With so