CHAPTER 361

Emily’s POV

As the funeral drew to a close, the mourners were slowly dispersing. I was still standing near the edge of the crowd, trying to gather my composure, when I saw her—Isabelle—striding toward us with an unsettling confidence, wearing a bright red dress.

Obviously she’s here to rub it in my face, to cause trouble, and disrespect my parents.

Her entourage of gangster-looking men surrounded her, each of them exuding a menacing aura. I could barely contain my shock and fury. What was she doing here? The sheer audacity of her presence was like a slap in the face. And then, the mocking, insincere smile she plastered on her face was the last straw.

Her words were like acid, burning through the last vestiges of my composure. I felt my hands form into fists, my body trembling with anger. How dare she come here and try to rub it in my face? How dare she act as if she was here to comfort me when I knew the role she played in all this?

I couldn’t hold it in any longer. With a roar of f