The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel (Brittany and Isaac)
Chapter 892

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.

"Okay," she whispered in agreement.

Isaac knelt before the coffin, a picture of stoic grief.

The Salter family knelt as well, the hall silent except for the crackle of flames. The night stretched on, arduous and heavy with mourning.

Brittany was nearly swallowed by the sorrow of the wake, not closing her eyes once through the night.

As dawn broke, she joined the Salters in bidding Grace a final farewell.

By the time all rites were concluded, it was one o'clock in the afternoon.

The Salter clan didn't disperse; instead, they waited for the attorney to announce the will, a man of utmost trust to Grace during her life.

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

"Per the last will and testament of Grace," he 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 percent to Mrs. Brittany Salter..."

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Chapter 892

No one had anticipated this. Carla had mentioned the will before, but they had never imagined Grace would leave everything to Isaac and Brittany! Manuel couldn't contain himself and started to rise, but a single piercing look from Isaac sent him back into his seat, humiliated and silenced. Grace had divided her estate into shares, bonds, mutual funds, real estate, automobiles,

and cash.

Isaac and Brittany inherited all the shares, while the rest of the estate was divided among Isaac and Noel, Carla, and the Salter grandchildren. Marcel didn't receive property, but he was allotted a significant sum of cash. Compared to the others, what he received was negligible-a final act of mercy from Grace. As for Manuel, he received nothing.

The attorney finished reading and scanned the room. "The will of Grace Salter has been declared. Are there any objections?"

"Why have I been left out?" Manuel couldn't hold back. With so much wealth, why had Grace left him nothing?

"You know exactly why you received nothing," Noel sneered. "You should be thankful. Grandmother was merciful enough to leave your son a substantial amount." Manuel stormed out, his pride wounded.

The attorney handed the will to Isaac, offering his condolences, "Mr. Salter, please accept my deepest sympathies."

Grace's passing was sudden, and the family's difficulty in coping was understandable.

After the attorney departed, Isaac and Brittany returned to the Salter Manor where Grace's belongings remained preserved.

Emily, who had served Grace for many years, was visibly distraught.

Upon seeing Isaac, she wiped away tears. "Master Isaac, you're back."

"Emily, you've worked hard these past days. Take some time off to rest," Isaac said, acknowledging her grief.

Without protest, Emily nodded. "Master Isaac, my condolences."

As she was leaving, Emily saw Brittany step out of the car. She seemed to hesitate, wanting to say something, but in the end, she simply left in silence.

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