Chapter 846
“Ahhh!” Isabella let out an agonizing scream. She pointed a trembling finger at
Barnaby. “Get out! I don’t know you! Agnes is in prison! She’s gone, and so is your daughter! You’re never getting another cent. Now get the hell out before I call the police p>
Barnaby flinched at her outburst, but the mention of prison turned his face purple with rage. He lunged forward, grabbing her by the hair, and delivered a vicious slap across her cheek. “Shut your mouth, you little brat p>
The blow left her ears ringing. He slammed her against the grimy wall. “What did you say? Agnes got locked up? The hell happened p>
Isabella had never been physically assaulted. Even when the Lancasters banished her, the bodyguards had merely escorted her out. Crying in pain, she tried to push him away. “You psycho! Let me go! If my brother finds out, he’ll kill you p>
“I’m your father!” Barnaby roared, his alcohol-laced breath suffocating her. “Agnes is my wife, and you’re my flesh and blood. Since she’s locked up, you’re my meal ticket now. If you don’t pay up, I’ll march straight to the Lancasters and tell the whole world the truth.” He eyed her greedily. “You’re a rich heiress, right? Empty your pockets p>
He yanked her designer bag from her grasp.
“Stop! That’s mine!” she sobbed, clawing at him.
“Everything you own is mine,” he sneered, tossing her to the floor.
Watching him rifle through her belongings, Isabella wished she were dead. Why was
the universe punishing her? She blamed Serena. If Serena had just stayed dead,
she would still be living her perfect, luxurious life.
She would never have known these disgusting truths; she could have lived in those beautiful dreams forever!
Serena had destroyed everything.
Meanwhile, at the Vinton estate in the United Realmon States.
The afternoon sun bathed the lush gardens in a warm glow. Serena sat on a wicker chair, immersed in a book Nearby, Holden and Kiera were practicing Tai Chi their movements fluid and full of life. Just a month ago, the elderly couple had been bedridden in a high security sanatorium. No one would believe their miraculous recovery.
“Our Serena is truly gifted,” Silas Vinton said, approaching with a tray of tea. He watched his parents with immense pride. “The Ghost Doctor’s reputation is flawless. In such short time, Mom and Dad are
completely cured.
Douglas Vinton, busy slicing fruit for Serena, scoffed playfully. “Obviously. She’s our precious niece p>
Serena offered a soft smile. Over the
past few weeks, she had visited
them daily applying her acupuncture techniques and brewing customized Medicinal Tonics. The results were
astounding. Hen’s chronic issues.
had vanished, and Kiera’s heart condition was fully stabilized. She was even energetic enough to cook for Serena without breaking a sweat.