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

a picture of stoic grief.

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

sorrow of the wake,

broke, she joined the Salters in bidding Grace a final

the time all rites were concluded, it was

to announce the will,

family, the attorney cleared his throat and began

to be divided equally, with fifty-one percent bequeathed to Mr. Isaac Salter, and forty-nine percent to Mrs.

had mentioned the will before, but they had never imagined Grace

couldn’t contain himself and started to rise, but a single piercing look from Isaac sent him

her estate into shares, bonds,

the shares, while the rest of the estate

didn’t receive property, but he was allotted a significant sum of cash. Compared to the others, what he

for Manuel, he received nothing.

room. “The will of Grace

hold back. With so