Chapter 307 Don't Provoke Her Again
Mrs. Wilson shook her head, her face drained of color. "No, it's not possible."
"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Abella had long anticipated her reaction and said indifferently, "Oh, by the way, before coming here, I had someone conduct a DNA test. There is indeed no blood relation between Mr. Wilson and Grandma."
Mrs. Wilson's complexion turned even paler, as if she had lost her last lifeline.
In a trembling whisper, she pleaded, "No... it’s not like that."
If there is truly no blood relationship between Mr. Wilson and Barbara, then Mr. Wilson is an outsider to the Wilson family. He not only cannot inherit anything from the Wilson family, but Abella will also hold no emotional attachments to them and let them go.
No wonder during the engagement banquet, Abella made them kneel, humiliated them, even physically attacked and stepped on them.
So Abella had known about this all along.
Before, Abella had shown leniency because Mr. Wilson was Barbara's only child! But now...
"You're lying to me! You're deceiving me! What you said isn't true!" Mrs. Wilson shouted. "You just made up this excuse to humiliate me, didn't you?"
"Poor thing," Abella casually glanced at her, then turned away, saying lazily to her subordinates, "Take good care of her."
"Abella, Abella!!" Mrs. Wilson hastily threw herself forward, kneeling and pleading, "Give me a chance. I beg you! I didn't intend to harm your grandmother!"
Abella turned back and saw her crying and trembling in fear. She coldly said, "You're begging me not because you truly realize your mistake, but because you know you have no lifeline left."
With the protective bond of blood severed, Abella could easily deal with them as if it was a simple matter.
"Abella...we've spent eighteen years together, even though during these years, I rarely appeared in your life, but I truly treated you as my daughter! It's all that warlock's fault. The day you were born, the hospital caught fire and exploded. A few days later, Jeff and I went to pray and met a fortune-telling warlock at the foot of the mountain. He said that our daughter would be the curse of our lives, bringing us endless calamities. Jeff and I thought about the fire on the day you were born, and coincidentally, I tripped and fell from several steps on my way back from the temple. So ever since then, we distanced ourselves from you and left you under Grandma's care."
So, it was due to that superstition.
Abella gave a cold, contemptuous smile, "That warlock proved to be quite accurate."
Mrs. Wilson froze, not understanding what she meant.
"Isla is indeed the curse in your lives, not me. It's because of her that you've endured endless hardships." Abella dropped this statement and walked away.
As Mrs. Wilson sat on the ground, she pondered carefully. Since bringing Isla back, the Wilson family had indeed experienced many tribulations.
Could it be that the daughter the warlock mentioned wasn't Abella, but Isla?!
Thinking this, Mrs. Wilson was filled with deep regret. She had never expected that because of superstition, she would have brought this upon herself.
Throughout these eighteen years, she had treated Abella badly.
It would be better if it didn't end this way.
After Abella left, her two subordinates took turns dealing with Mrs. Wilson, pushing her head underwater until she was almost suffocating and then letting her take a breath, repeatedly...
They also physically assaulted her, tormenting her for quite a while...
It wasn't until Isla arrived that the two subordinates bumped into her and left carelessly.
Once Isla was granted access by the authorities, she entered the small secret room and saw her mother in a pitiful state from the torture.
She was shocked and quickly went to support her. "Mom, what happened? Did those two people do this to you?"
Isla recognized one of the two people, an associate of Abella!
She never expected Abella to be so audacious now, daring to order her subordinates to do such things even within the police station!
Mrs. Wilson, appearing utterly defeated, cried out in despair, "It's over Isla, we're truly finished now."
"Mom, don't be afraid. We still have Dad, right? Dad will surely find a solution."
Mrs. Wilson shook her head in despair, knowing that this time there was no escape.
"By the way, Mom, it was Abella who caused all this trouble with the land," Isla revealed her speculation and added, "All the shares you sold out a while ago ended up in her hands! Moreover, she took those shares, along with Grandma's will, and has become the head of the conglomerate! She even changed the company's name! It's now called Nianyue Group!"
Mrs. Wilson nearly fainted.
"And we have been kicked out of Grandma's villa," Isla told Mrs. Wilson about what happened at the villa's entrance. "I used the money I got from selling the jewelry to rent a two-bedroom apartment, but I can only afford it for a while. Those creditors call me every day."
"Isla, it's your parents who let you down." Mrs. Wilson hugged Isla and wept. She believed that by bringing her back, she could provide her with a better life, but in the end, they couldn't even afford her university tuition.
"Mom, it's not your fault. Abella is to blame for all of this!" Isla felt deep disgust for Abella and wished she could exact revenge.
"Isla, let me tell you," Mrs. Wilson seemed to recall something suddenly and hastily wiped away her tears, then explained, "From now on, don't provoke Abella anymore."
Isla didn't understand and asked, "Why?"
"Because your father is not Grandma's biological child. I killed Grandma, and Abella won't let me off easily. She will torment me, torment your father, and even trouble you. You must remember, don't provoke her anymore! Otherwise, you won't even know how you'll die!"
Upon hearing this, Isla was frozen in shock. How could this be...
Her cherished identity as a Miss of the Wilson family had suddenly vanished.
"Remember my words, you must!" Mrs. Wilson reiterated with numerous admonishments, anxiously adding, "Without the protection of this blood relationship, Abella can ruin us.”
Isla clenched her lips unwillingly. "I'll remember, okay? I promise Mom!"
Mrs. Wilson suddenly remembered something. "Where's the lawyer? Why didn't he come with you?"
"Mom, I don't know if it was Abella who leaked the news, but now no one dares to help us."
...
On the way home, Phillipe noticed that Abella had fallen asleep. A single teardrop clung to her long eyelashes, perhaps from a dream about her grandmother.
When they arrived at the entrance of Long Island Manor in the RV, Phillipe didn't wake her up. Instead, he let her continue sleeping.
If she could dream about her grandmother, it would provide her with some solace.
Thinking back to her day, enduring from past two in the morning until well into the afternoon, and then going to the engagement banquet, the Wilson Group, and the police bureau, she was tired.
Phillipe carefully held her in his arms, letting her sleep as much as she wanted.
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