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.

whispered in

knelt before the coffin, a picture of stoic grief.

well, the hall silent except for the crackle of flames. The

wake, not closing her

the Salters in bidding Grace a

were concluded, it was one o’clock in the

for the attorney to announce the will, a

before the family, the attorney cleared his throat and began to

began, his voice devoid of emotion, “her shares are to be divided equally, with fifty-one percent bequeathed to Mr.

will before, but they had never imagined

couldn’t contain himself and started to rise, but a single piercing look

into shares, bonds, mutual funds, real estate, automobiles, and cash.

the estate was divided

cash. Compared to

he

reading and scanned the room. “The will of

been left out?” Manuel couldn’t hold back. With so much wealth, why had Grace left him