Chapter 42

Isabelle flinched and instinctively took a half-step back under the weight of Delia's presence. But she quickly puffed up her chest and forced herself to stay composed. "Sis, what are you even talking about? This villa was given to my dad by your parents because they felt bad for him. It has nothing to do with you. I get that you want it, but-" "Cut the crap." Delia's laugh was cold, "You seriously think my parents, in their prime and with everything going for them, would just hand this house over to some useless brother out of pity? Grace, Isabelle, do either of you take me for a toddler?" Her gaze locked onto Grace's shifty eyes like a vise, and she spat out each word, "My parents' so-called accident wasn't an accident at all. You were both in on it with Edward. You plotted it together-just to tear the Fleming estate apart." "You're making stuff up!" Grace shrieked, her voice shrill and panicked. She couldn't look Delia in the eye. "It was just a car crash-an accident. The police sai