"How dare you speak my name? Let me tell you again, your mother committed suicide, it has nothing to do with me! She was the designer for the company, I paid her a salary, she worked for me, perfectly reasonable!"
"Is that so? As the chief designer of the Weaver Clan Group, what was her annual salary? Tell me, where is her inheritance?! Why did she give birth to me? Why leave her daughter alone in this world and choose death for herself!"
As Isabella Weaver spoke, tears fell down.
She had never seen her own mother, only in photographs—an extraordinarily beautiful woman who seemed so gentle, how could she bear to abandon her baby to die?
Isabella couldn't believe it!
"How would I know where her inheritance is!"
Christopher Weaver, in his anger, wished he could grab Isabella and give her a beating. That woman was a taboo he could not mention!
No one dared to mention her in front of him, except this reckless daughter, Isabella.