Isaac’s cruel plan

Zara's temper snapped. "I already told you—I don't have the money. Figure it out yourself. Sell your property, your shares, or mortgage the house. Do whatever you have to. But don't come to me again."

There was a beat of silence on the other end, then Isaac's fury exploded.

"You ungrateful wench," he shouted. "Now you are abandoning your own family. Don't lie to me—I know you have the money. You just don't care. You want to watch us suffer."

Zara's jaw clenched as the words hit her like slaps.

"If anything happens to Jaxon, I'll never forgive you."

Then the line went dead.

Zara stared at the phone screen, her grip tightening. Her thoughts churned, torn between guilt and resolve. As much as she wanted to shut herself off from them, from the endless chaos they dragged into her life, they were still her family.

Could she really abandon them in a moment like this?

But another voice cut through the guilt, firmer, clearer.

No.