Chapter 88 - The Ashworths' Unforgiving Justice

The Hawthorne estate had transformed into a war zone within minutes. Through the tinted windows of Harrison Ashworth's armored vehicle, I watched in stunned silence as tactical teams secured every inch of the property. Beside me, Isabelle sat with perfect posture, her face betraying no emotion as she observed her father's orchestrated destruction of the Hawthorne family.

"Your father..." I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper. "He planned all of this?"

Isabelle's eyes remained fixed on the mansion. "This is actually restrained by his standards."

The cold precision of her words sent a chill down my spine. The woman beside me—the woman I'd fallen for—was speaking about the systematic ruination of an entire family as casually as discussing the weather.

"Sebastian and Julian are being brought to the garden pavilion," she said, checking her phone. "Father wants us to witness what happens next."

I swallowed hard. "And what exactly is going to happen next?"