After knowing Who She Is They Kneeled novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32 Someone Bullies Her Grandma

The tattered book strewn across the floor was Isabella Whitman’s cherished recipe collection, filled with medicinal dishes she adored.

On quiet afternoons, Isabella often sat in her yard chair, flipping through its pages while murmuring, “This dish looks good, Annie. Let’s make some fish tonight, maybe a soup to go with it. It’ll be delicious.”

Now, it was all ruined.

Annelise’s eyes darkened, a storm of fury and menace brewing within them.

She strode toward the inner courtyard with purpose.

A boy in a masseur’s uniform spotted her and dropped the wooden bucket he was holding, his hands fumbling urgently to gesture something.

Annelise gently pressed a hand to his shoulder, her gaze deep and steady as she asked, “Lenny, take it easy. Tell me slowly. What happened?”

Lenny was the boy Isabella had adopted. Born mute, he could only communicate through sign language. Over the years, he had learned to make a few sounds.

Barely eleven, he was small but striking, with clear, bright eyes that held both youthful recklessness and a spark of valor. His arms waved animatedly as he recounted the chaos.

“So, Gloria’s people did this?” Annelise’s voice grew colder, sharp as a winter wind.

Lenny nodded, his hoarse voice struggling as he gestured more.

Annelise’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint in them. “She told you I’m no longer part of the Whitman family?”

Lenny let out a soft “mmph,” his hands continuing their frantic dance. “Grandma’s worried about you,” he signed,

“Worried about me?” Annelise’s smile was icy, edged with disdain. “It’s Gloria who should be worried.”

From the inner room came a heavy sigh.

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Chapter 32 Someone Bullies Her Grandma

Isabella had always turned a blind eye to the family’s squabbles and power plays.

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Now, she wheeled herself out, her gaze lifting to meet Annelise’s. “She is still your mother,

after all.”

“Was,” Annelise corrected, her eyes burning with resentment. “Not anymore, Grandma When she seized the Whitman family’s wealth, you let it go for the sake of family peace, saying you preferred this simple life. But today, they’ve gone too far. And let’s be honest- Gloria wouldn’t dare act this bold without Stephan’s blessing. A son is a son till he takes a wife, and you know exactly what I mean.”

Isabella’s gaze drifted to the fish tank nearby, her eyes distant, almost unfocused. “I know. I raised an ungrateful son, and I’m paying the price for it.”

Annelise softened at her words, the sharp edge of her anger dulling.

Most mothers couldn’t bear a single ill word against their sons, even if those sons were scoundrels. They’d rather blind themselves to the truth.

If Isabella were that kind of woman who was unwilling to see reasons, despite treating Annelise like her own granddaughter, Annelise would walk away without a second thought.

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