A faint, cold smile touched Jessica’s lips. “Gabriel, go back and tell Kevin Brown that he will not have my mother’s home. If he has any decency, he will return it to me. If not, I will take it back myself.”
Gabriel laughed coldly. “Who do you think you can threaten? We used to put up with your behavior because we loved you, because we cherished you. Now, we can’t stand you. Your threats are meaningless.” He straightened up. “Dad told me to have designers come tomorrow to redecorate. Catherine will be staying here on weekdays to be closer to her studio.”
Jessica trembled with rage. This was her mother’s house, her mother’s only legacy. How dare they?
Gabriel pushed her suitcase toward her. “Jessica, if you want our forgiveness, go home and apologize properly—to Dad, to Isabella, to Catherine, and to Lance.”
Jessica spat on the ground.
“If you don’t apologize, what will you do?” Gabriel pressed. “You have no job, no home. You’ll end up selling your body in that club. Is that what you want? To drag the entire Brown family name through the mud with you?”
Jessica turned her back on him and walked away, forcing a confident stride she didn’t feel. In truth, she had nowhere to go. The world was vast, but there was no place in it for her.
It began to rain, a fine, cold mist that clung to her skin. She tilted her head back, letting the drops fall on her face, when suddenly, they stopped. An umbrella had appeared over her head.
She whirled around. The moment she saw George, the faint light in her eyes died.
“After all that, you were still hoping it was him, weren’t you?” George said with a cold laugh.
“No,” she lied. “George, what are you doing here?”
“I live here.”
She stared at him, stunned.

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