Chapter 67

When she arrived, Isabella opened the door directly. The three was in the living room discussing how to deal with her.

She sneered after hearing them.

She walked straight over, sat on the couch opposite them, and glanced at the three people in front of her with a mocking look. "Go ahead, what have you come up with? Just bring it on."

Seeing Isabella really come alone, the three of them were stunned.

"Who let you in directly?" Harper was the first to react. "Wait, how do you have the key to my house? This is illegal entry, I'm calling the cop!"

Harper could hold a grudge for a lifetime for being kicked out of the villa by Isabella.

"Then call them. I'm not stopping you." Isabella crossed her arms and lifted her chin. "This house was bought by Michael a couple of years ago, and I helped pick it out. It's our marital property. Even if he wanted to give it away, he couldn't decide that on his own. As for the proof, you must have the contract materials for this house, right?"

"What contract? Weren't you there when Michael said it? What nonsense are you talking about?" Harper's eyes widened in shock.

The house was indeed given by Michael, but he never sent any corresponding agreement afterward.

"Without a transfer agreement, aren't you the ones illegally occupying this house? After all, as the owner of the house, I never agreed to let you live here." Isabella smirked coldly.

Looking at this family of idiots, she felt very speechless

"You," Harper was about to curse but was stopped by a look from Indigo.

He looked at Isabella. "I heard you got shares in the Brown Group. You dared to hide such a big thing from us. Don't forget, we are your birth parents. Blood ties can't be cut off. Bianca just told me a lot, and I've decided to forgive you this time. From now on, we are still a family."

Isabella remained silent.

Indigo continued, "But as a child, you should give us half of the shares you have as a sign of respect for your mother and me. And you should also give a portion to Bianca to help her career grow. We are a family; we won't treat you unfairly."

Indigo spoke earnestly, as if he wasn't asking Isabella for money. It was as if these things were rightfully his.

"That's right. If you do all this, the Taylor Family will still acknowledge you." Harper acted extremely magnanimous.

Bianca, sitting beside them, said nothing, but her eyes clearly showed she wanted all of this.

After all, those were shares in the Brown Group. Having them would mean being tied to Michael forever. She wouldn't need an excuse to see him anymore.

Isabella couldn't hold back and laughed out loud. "What are you talking? You want me to give you the shares? Stop dreaming, Who's family with you? You don't deserve it?"

"Isabella, don't be ungrateful. If it weren't for us raising you, would you be alive today?"

Isabella shook her head, still smiling, but it didn't reach her eyes.

Isabella shook her head, still smiling, but it didn't reach her eyes. "You raised me? If you hadn't mentioned it, I might have forgotten! When I was a child, you ordered the servants not to leave me any food, making me go to school hungry. When I came back, I had to clean the house and often got beaten for no reason. I had to scavenge for food and was accused of stealing."

Isabella sneered, her eyes sharp. "Did I ever tell you that reclaiming my mother's house was just the first step? Your retribution is far from over!"

"Isabella, do you really think we aren't prepared?" Bianca, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly threw some photos on the table, looking smug. "Here is evidence of Grace cheating with another man. If I post these online, let's see if you still have the nerve to stay by Michael's side."

"Exactly. A shameless woman like Grace can't raise a good daughter. The Brown Family will kick you out. Only Bianca deserves the title of Mrs. Brown. You, a bumpkin, have no right to this position," Harper said arrogantly.

If she had known Indigo had these photos, she would have had him bring them out earlier. Maybe Bianca would have married into the Brown Family back then.

Isabella ignored them and picked up the photos to take a look.

Although the photos were old, Grace's gentle smile and the tall, handsome man smiling back at her were still recognizable.

It was her uncle, Atticus, who was far away abroad.

So Atticus had found Grace back then.

Unfortunately, even Atticus couldn't make Grace see Indigo's true nature.

But these photos were clearly taken secretly, each one deliberately showing them in intimate angles, and there were so many of them.

Isabella's eyes swept sharply over someone.

Back then, Harper had used these photos to ruin Grace's marriage.

Indigo's baseless suspicions and verbal abuse, along with external rumors, had caused Grace's already weak body to collapse.

If it weren't for her, Grace wouldn't have ended up like this.

Isabella narrowed her eyes, exuding extreme coldness. She slowly stood up and smiled coldly at the three people in front of her. "You've hidden these for so long. I really underestimated your ambition!"

"Mr. Martin, you can come in now!" The door was pushed open from the outside, and a tall man in a sharp suit walked in. It was the internationally renowned lawyer, Ryan.

He stepped aside to make way for the person behind him. Thomas, with his hands in his pockets, walked over to Isabella.

Thomas, in a black trench coat and sunglasses, exuded an aura that made him look like he was shielding Isabella.

"Isabella, what are you trying to do by bringing people here?" With two men suddenly in the room, both looking formidable, Indigo quickly sensed something was wrong.

Isabella shrugged. "What can I do? I just want to make things clear. Every word you've said since I walked in has been recorded. Well, and that call you made half an hour ago, threatening to find my grandfather and kill him? I recorded that too. Now all the evidence is here, and so is the lawyer!"

"You bitch! How dare you do this to me? I'm your father!" Indigo never expected Isabella to record their conversation.

Those words were said in a fit of anger. If they were used as evidence and something happened to Daniel, he would be the prime suspect.