Chapter 60

Delia looked like she was about to puke. Her expression could not be more disgusted as she curled her lips and made a gagging gesture. "Ew. What, are you trying to gross me out so I'll drop dead and you can inherit my money? Hate to break it to you, but that's not happening. I'm not divorcing my husband, and even if I die, he gets everything. None of it has anything to do with you guys. So save your drama, okay? Understand?" Isabelle clenched her teeth, forcing out each word. "Delia, why are you like this? Do you think Uncle wouldn't be disappointed in you if he saw how you're treating me and Dad now? What are you gonna tell him when you meet him one day?" Delia actually laughed. It was the kind of laugh that came from sheer amazement-how had this woman ever managed to stab her in the back in the past with this level of emotional intelligence? "Isabelle, do you really think it's me that'd have a hard time explaining things... or is it you?" Isabelle's eyes flicked away for a second-gui