Chapter 93

Isabella’s POV My hands trembled as I stared at the envelope in my hands. My eyes welled with tears as Attorney Volkov’s words echoed in my head. The coldness of the room seemed to freeze my heart as I barely remembered my parents’ faces. It was hard to understand and accept what Attorney Volkov said. I couldn’t bring myself to ask him if I heard him right. “This is not a good joke, Julian.” Matteo’s voice was sharp and sounded angry. I was immobile. I don’t know what to say while my eyes are fixed on the envelope. Should I open this? “You know me, Matteo.” Attorney Volkov’s voice was just like Matteo’s, cold and sharp. “I don’t joke about things like these.” “You could’ve said it in a better way.” “Better way? I don’t sugarcoat my words. You taught me that. And this information doesn’t need a better way to tell because this is evil and pure manipulation.” I sucked my breath and lifted my face to look at Attorney Volkov. “H-How…” He sighed. “You should see what’s inside, Miss Clarkson.