Family on Their Knees Heart Turned to Ice novel Chapter 1159

At the very least, they need to return Lillian's and Mom's shares to her," Colin continued, his voice firm. "That's the only way to prove we're sincere."

Brandon considered his brother's words and nodded. "You're right.

Handing those shares back to Lillian is the bare minimum. It's the only real closure we can offer.

Those shares belonged to her and Mom, and now they're sitting in the manicured hands of Sabrina and Bella.

If you or I were Lillian, how would we feel?

Mom lost her sanity, Lillian was kicked to the curb, and their shares were hijacked by that toxic mother-daughter duo.

There's no place for Lillian in this family as things stand.

If we want Lillian to come back, we have to make Sabrina and Bella surrender those shares and grovel at her feet.

And as for Sabrina—if Dad is so blindly obsessed that he refuses to divorce her, then he needs to bring Mom back to the estate to be cared for.

This is all the fallout from their filthy affair. Mom's condition is directly on his hands. We bring Lillian back, we bring Mom back, and we force them to take care of her.

Sabrina can play the role of the subservient mistress. I don't care if she has a marriage certificate. Make her serve Mom day and night, waiting on her hand and foot, exactly like a disgraced maid."

Colin nodded in furious agreement. "Exactly. Let them suffer the burden of caring for Mom. It might take some of the weight off Lillian's shoulders.

They owe Mom their miserable lives anyway. Sabrina has lived in the lap of luxury for years. It's time she paid the toll."

While the brothers plotted their retribution, Sabrina Ward paced nervously in her lavish bedroom, her right eyelid twitching uncontrollably.

A deep sense of dread had settled in her bones lately. Even though Martin Mercer had sworn to protect her and promised her the villa, she felt like she was walking on a tightrope over a blazing fire.

She couldn't relax.

If the wedding had gone smoothly, Bella would be the undisputed Mrs. Blake right now, wielding Sebastian's vast fortune. Their social standing would be cemented, money would be no object, and the loan sharks would be a distant memory. Instead, she was nursing a massive headache, popping blood pressure medication just to keep her heart from exploding out of her chest.

"Ma'am, are you taking your pills again?" a maid asked cautiously from the doorway.

Sabrina pressed a hand to her forehead, wincing. "My chest hurts."

How could it not? Her life was crumbling around her.

Panicked, the maid immediately called Martin.

Despite his hesitation, Martin quickly packed up his office and sped home to check on his fragile wife.

But the moment he walked through the door and asked how she was doing, Sabrina looked him dead in the eye and demanded, "How much money do we have left in the accounts?"