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Isabella subconsciously tried to shake off Henry's hand, but instead of letting go, he tightened his grip.

"Dad, Mom, haven't you realized the reality yet? We can't win against Uncle. Do we have to bleed before we're willing to give up?" Henry's expression was serious, but his tone was tinged with self-mockery.

After Henry spoke, both Thomas and Stella didn't look too good. The expressions on the faces of others in the room varied.

Isabella sighed and rubbed her forehead, looking distressed. She really wasn't interested in the internal struggles of other people's families. Can they just let her go already?

"Brother, are you giving up just like this? Turner family's rules state that the eldest son inherits the company, and Uncle is just taking advantage," Nora shouted as she rose from the sofa, red-eyed, glaring at Isabella. "Brother, what's your identity, and what's hers? She's simply not worthy of you!"

After listening, Isabella gritted her teeth to restrain herself from eruptin