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

coffin, a picture of

the crackle of flames.

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

she joined the Salters in bidding Grace a

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

clan didn’t disperse; instead, they waited for the attorney to announce the will, a man of utmost trust

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

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

had anticipated this. Carla had mentioned the will before, but they had never

a single piercing look from Isaac sent him back into his seat, humiliated and

bonds, mutual funds, real estate,

of the estate

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

for Manuel, he received

and scanned the room. “The will of Grace Salter

back. With so much wealth, why had Grace left him nothing?