Chapter 17

Freya Harris, Ernest's wife, wasted no time. "Ella, with your parents gone, you're all alone now. Why not let your Uncle Ernest manage Grant Group for you? He could take over for you." "Exactly," Ernest chimed in with a smile that seemed too rehearsed. "You're still so young. What do you know about running a business? What if someone tries to scam you? I'm the only one who can help you now." Ernest appeared to have forgotten about his attempt to dispose of their bodies at the cliffside. "Ella, a woman only needs to focus on looking pretty and being happy. Leave the hard work to the men." Freya chimed in, echoing the same sentiment. "Why should a girl carry such burdens? Hurry up and transfer the company's ownership to your Uncle Ernest," Tilly said, her tone sharp. She didn't waste any time, demanding that the company be handed over to Ernest. Ella felt a cold fury wash over her, her body shaking with rage. She shut her eyes, afraid that the hatred burning inside her would be too