CHAPTER 331: CHAPTER 331 PASSING AWAY (EXTRA UPDATE FOR RECOMMENDED VOTES!)

However, the old lady’s sharpness did not relent, even increasing excessively: "Isabella Weaver, get out of here immediately! Leave my grandson! You jinx! Vixen! Will you only be satisfied when my grandson is dead?"

"I’m not the one harming him. It’s Austin Winters; if you want to settle accounts, you’d better go to the Winters mother and son instead."

Isabella’s face was pale, she hadn’t rested for two days and nights, and she was both physically and mentally exhausted; her tone towards the old lady was exceptionally stiff.

"Before you married my grandson, they were all fine! It was only when you appeared that conflict was stirred among them! You deserve to die! Did you also kidnap Amy Winters? You are nothing but a venomous woman!"

The old lady wanted to hit her, but with Connor and the others in between, she couldn’t reach Isabella. In her anger, she threw her bag at Isabella’s head, but Connor caught it.

"The good Hunter Family, Lewis Family, all ruined by you! It’s all your scheme! Even if my grandson is gone, you won’t get a penny, don’t harbor the illusion of swallowing up the Hunter Family fortune all by yourself! Aren’t you afraid of bursting!?"

"The news was told to you by Cherry Lewis, wasn’t it?"

Isabella said coldly: "The real person wanting to swallow up the Hunter Family is the one beside you! She contributed when Harry got hurt!"

In fact, Cherry Lewis was the catalyst and mastermind of this entire incident!

Unable to achieve her goals with her own abilities, she used drugs to provoke Alexander Parker, leveraging his abilities, combined with Austin Winters’s capabilities, to fulfill her aims!

She stood outside the battlefield, waiting for Harry, Alexander, and Austin to kill each other before collecting the fruits of victory!

Isabella suddenly understood this crucial point, her heart icy cold!

What a vicious scheme she concocted!

Cherry Lewis raised her head only to meet Isabella’s cold and intimidating gaze, clinging tightly to the old lady’s arm. She took a small step back as if scared by Isabella.

The old lady directly pulled her behind, shouting with anger: "I’m right here, yet you dare bully Cherry blatantly? You’re too arrogant! You have no respect for me at all! A bastard child will always be a bastard—uneducated and immoral! You wretched thing, move aside; today I’m going to clean the inner quarters for my grandson!"

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded: "I’m not dead yet, and can’t even protect my wife? Should I be cleaned up too?"

Isabella was both surprised and delighted. She turned around abruptly to see Harry standing coldly at the doorway, exuding a chilling aura from head to toe.

"You’re awake!"

"Young Master!"

The old lady frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about? Grandma is doing this for your own good! Hurry up and throw this Weaver vixen out, or she’ll eventually get you killed!"

Cherry Lewis also spoke with a face full of concern: "Brother Harry, how are you? You look so pale; did she not take good care of you? Can I come and take care of you too?"

Harry ignored them; he gently wiped Isabella’s tears away, his tone tender and caring: "Why have you lost weight? I had just fattened you up a bit."

Isabella held his hand, crying too much to speak.

Suddenly, a girl ran crying down the hallway towards them, shouting as she ran: "Old lady, something terrible has happened! Something terrible!"

The old lady was displeased: "What’s the matter, panicking like this!"

"Uncle Leon Hunter... he’s gone!"

"Gone? Where did he go?"

The young girl sobbed in terror: "Not gone somewhere, he’s... he’s dead!"

The old lady couldn’t catch her breath and fainted directly!