She would be kicked out of the Lancaster family.
She would lose the elite status she wore like a crown...
She would lose the luxury cars, the mansions, the haute couture... everything that made her glittering, untouchable, and admired.
She would go back to being a discarded orphan.
A destitute, impoverished orphan meant to be mocked and stepped on!
"No, please!"
Isabella pictured it. She pictured all the socialites who used to follow her around like lapdogs, fawning over her every move. She imagined them laughing at her, sneering, kicking her while she was down.
She couldn't accept it!
Like a madwoman, she lunged, grabbing her grandmother's ankle with one hand and Silas's pant leg with the other. "Uncle Silas, I know I was wrong! Please, don't tell my mom and dad..."
"I'll behave from now on! I promise! I promise I'll be good. I'll act as a servant for my sister! I'll wait on her, take care of her, and follow her every order. Just don't tell them, please don't tell them..."
She wept hysterically, her expensive makeup running down her face in grotesque streaks.
But she didn't care anymore.
She couldn't lose her status. She couldn't lose her billionaire family.
She refused to lose it all!
Yet, not a single soul spared her a shred of sympathy. Even looking at her felt like stepping in filth.
Kiera forcefully yanked her foot out of Isabella's grasp and turned her back on the girl.
It wasn't that her heart wasn't breaking.
She had genuinely loved and pampered this granddaughter for over a decade.
But the disgust and disappointment had finally eclipsed that love.
She had been soft-hearted last time.
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