After I Stopped Loving Him (Isabella and Ethan) novel Chapter 940

Isabella paused, then answered her mother. “A whole crowd showed up. Anyone still breathing and remotely related to Dad came.”

“I didn’t count, but there must have been at least fifteen or twenty people. They packed themselves into my office, all shouting at me to give them jobs, buy them each a house and a car.”

“Grandpa and Grandma went even further. They wanted me to give each of Dad’s siblings ten million. They said I got billions from the divorce, like there’s no way I could spend that much alone, so I should just share some with them.”

“They kept saying we’re family. That it was wrong of them to treat us the way they did, but that was years ago, and I shouldn’t hold a grudge. They said I’m still their blood, still a George, and you can’t erase that.”

“They went on and on. I told them no, and then they all turned on me at once. I called the cops, and when the officers saw them ganging up on me, they took everyone down to the station.”

“My face got hit while they were at it. But, Mom, I let them slap me a couple of times. If I hadn’t, the ones who got violent wouldn’t have been detained.”

“Now that a few of them have been locked up, maybe they’ll think twice next time. But it’s not like they’ll give up so easily. They’re probably desperate, and once they heard we were doing well, they just swarmed in like locusts.”

Isabella was ready for a long fight.

Cynthia’s face darkened, her voice hard. “After everything they did to us, now they want a share just because we’re finally okay? People don’t get to act like that.”

“Isabella, don’t let them talk you into anything. Forget about the inheritance they stole from us. Just the fact that they tried to sell us—how can we ever forgive them?”

Because Jackson protected them, Cynthia and Isabella got twenty years of peace. Now, two decades later, Isabella was grown and stronger.

Even with the George family coming back, Zachary didn’t worry as much.

At least Isabella knew how to protect herself now, knew how to use the law, and she didn’t have any attachment to those people. They couldn’t control her.

Isabella said, “Don’t worry, Uncle. I won’t let them get to me. I won’t let them push me around.”

She couldn’t remember most of what happened when she was little, but the worst moments—those she never forgot, not even after all these years.