Chapter 1738
No.1
Pure hatred contorted Eleanor's face.
Thirty minutes prior.
Richard had consulted the specialist.
The doctor delivered devastating news.
Benjamin's condition was irreversible.
Fury consumed them.
Remembering how Isabella had desecrated the Kensington estate, their hatred burned white-hot.
They wanted her dead.
They mobilized their guards and stormed her property.
No.2
Eleanor suddenly looked up, sensing Isabella's gaze.
She scowled viciously.
"I never imagined you could be so cruel, Isabella! Harming an innocent like Benjamin! Threatening the elders!"
"Produce the antidote now! Or you will never know peace!"
"I will avenge Benjamin and my parents!"
Her voice dripped with venomous hatred.
A bitter taste filled Isabella's mouth.
They had stolen her shares.
They had destroyed her reputation.
No.3
Now they attacked her home.
Their malice knew no bounds.
She let out a cold, derisive laugh.
"Killing me won't produce an antidote. You're wasting time here."
"You should be watching Victoria. Monitoring the transfer of family shares."
Richard's frown deepened.
"Isabella! How can you still slander Victoria at a time like this? Have you no humanity?"
"Victoria has always been kind to you! She still speaks well of you!"
"Enough talk!" Eleanor snapped, turning to the guards. "She refuses to cooperate! Keep attacking! Destroy this house! Seize her!"
No.4
"I accept full responsibility!"
A few million meant nothing.
She would teach Isabella a lesson.
But the attacking guards suddenly froze.
They recoiled in unison, stumbling backward.
Their leader stared in abject terror.
He stammered, voice trembling.
"Sir... Madam... This manor... We cannot attack it..."
"Why not?" Eleanor scoffed. "The Montgomery family is not so poor we can't cover the damages!"
No.5
"But... This manor belongs to..." The leader tried to explain.
An immense, crushing pressure silenced him.
It felt like a vise around his throat.
He could feel a pair of sharp, domineering eyes watching from within the building.
A violent shiver ran down his spine.
"Truly, this manor cannot be harmed. Sir, Madam, we must leave. Immediately."
He grabbed Eleanor and Richard's arms, attempting to pull them away.
Eleanor was furious.
"What is inside? Tell me the truth! What trick is she playing?"
No.6
"Who pays your salaries? Why are you disobeying our orders? Release us!" Richard demanded.
The guards were too terrified to stop.
They hurriedly increased their pace, forcibly escorting Eleanor and Richard from the property.
If Nathaniel heard their insolence, the entire Montgomery family could vanish overnight.
Eleanor wanted to teach Isabella a lesson.
She never expected her own guards to betray her.
She shot a final, deathly glare toward the balcony.
"Just you wait, Isabella! This isn't over!"
"You're no longer a Montgomery. Don't you dare set foot in this manor again." Eleanor's voice dripped with venom. "I brought you into this family, which means I own your life. If Benjamin doesn't survive, I'll take everything from you!"
No.7
Isabella had built walls against such cruelty, but hearing those words from her own flesh and blood still pierced through her defenses.
Suddenly, a small warm hand slipped into hers. "Don't be sad, Mommy." Oliver's voice was soft yet firm. "Daddy and I will always protect you. We're your real family now."
Her heart clenched at his words. She looked down at the boy standing beside her, his crystal-clear eyes filled with unwavering loyalty.
It was ironic. Those who shared her blood sought to destroy her, while those bound by choice stood as her fortress.
A gentle smile touched her lips. "Mommy's alright, sweetheart. Thank you." She squeezed his hand. "Let's get you to bed."
Nathaniel was ascending the staircase when he saw them. He had expected devastation after that confrontation, but Isabella stood composed, her strength evident in her steady posture.
How much pain had she endured to become this resilient? The thought made his chest tighten with protectiveness.
Isabella's gaze swept over him, noticing the shard of glass embedded in his forearm, blood staining his sleeve.
Her brow furrowed. She immediately retrieved the first-aid kit. "Sit down," she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument.