The Extraordinary Bride Of The Wyndham Family (Isla and Gabriel) novel Chapter 157

**Extraordinary Bride 157**

At last, the house was empty, and a profound silence enveloped the space once filled with jubilant laughter, the clattering of dishes, and the warm chatter of family. The echoes of celebration faded into the background, leaving only Isla and Gabriel in the hushed stillness. It was as if reality had settled over them like a soft, yet heavy blanket, reminding them of the weight of their new responsibilities.

They lay side by side in bed, yet sleep eluded them both. Their eyes remained wide open, gazing into the dimly lit room, while their minds raced with thoughts too tumultuous to allow for rest.

In hushed tones, they began to discuss their future—the responsibilities that loomed ahead like shadows, the burdens now resting heavily on their shoulders. They spoke of the legacy of Alfred Wyndham, the man whose vision had forged the empire they now found themselves at the helm of, a legacy they knew they had to uphold.

“Protect the family,” Isla whispered, her voice barely above a murmur, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile peace.

“Keep them united,” Gabriel added, his brow furrowing as he considered the challenges ahead.

“And ensure that no toxic person ever disrupts our peace again,” Isla concluded, her heart heavy with the implications of their task.

Gabriel let out a slow, measured breath. “I may be his only grandson, Isla, but he loved all of us equally. He treated every one of us with the same warmth. Even after learning the truth, he never changed his affection.”

Isla felt her eyes welling up once more. The ache of loss was fresh and sharp, a relentless reminder that they would never again hear his voice. Just days prior, they had been excitedly planning for his upcoming birthday—his eighty-ninth celebration, a milestone that now felt painfully out of reach.

Her voice quivered as she spoke. “And that’s precisely why you must extend that same love to them. Nothing has changed. But…” She hesitated, her brows knitting together in concern. “I’m not so sure about Wyatt.”

Gabriel listened intently, the silence between them heavy with understanding.

“I just don’t think he’s capable of change,” Isla continued, her voice trembling slightly. “And I worry that pushing him might only make things worse. I just hope he doesn’t turn into another Anna for our family.”

Gabriel nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. “Stone has been keeping an eye on him for quite some time. He’s been visiting her more frequently. I know what he’s after; it’s all about wealth for him.”

Isla’s concern deepened at his words.

“You don’t need to fret,” Gabriel reassured her, his tone steady. “We have eyes on him, and my father is aware too. He suspects Wyatt may stir up trouble one day. But we’re always several steps ahead.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Isla’s lips, a soft expression filled with trust, reassurance, and love.

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