Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12 You Can Call the Cop

Layla screamed, “Fat pig, open the door. Did you hear me? Open the door.”

“You’re afraid of me now, huh? Hiding inside won’t help you. Open the door, or I’ll beat you to death.”

Layla was banging on the door, shouting at the top of her lungs.

Isabelle suddenly opened the door from inside. Layla was leaning against the door with one foot and almost fell head over heels when the door opened abruptly.

She steadied herself, fuming with rage. She cursed Isabelle internally but didn’t utter a word because there was something more important to deal with.

When Isabelle opened the door, she almost couldn’t hold herself back from strangling Layla. The whole family was standing outside. Therefore, she barely held back her urges and swept her cold gaze over them.

Impatience and irritation were written all over her face, as if warning these people to be careful with

their words.

But they had no idea how serious the situation was.

Upon seeing her daughter, Eleanor immediately scolded, “Rascal! You finally have the nerve to come

out.

Her demeanour and gaze were one where she wanted to devour Isabelle.

She was holding the new clothes Isabelle had bought for Ethan. If it weren’t for Layla telling her than the clothes were incredibly expensive, costing a few thousand dollars for a piece, she would have thrown them in Isabelle’s face.

“Ever since you were born. I knew you were a jinx. But I didn’t expect you to be so bold as to break the law. It’s one thing for you to steal, but you even dragged your younger brother down.”

Eleanor glared at her fiercely and demanded, “Tell me, where did you steal the money from? Whose money did you steal? If you don’t confess, I’ll beat you to death.”

Eleanor then started to scan the room for a stick to beat Isabelle.

Fortunately, William intervened and said, “Don’t hit her yet. Ethan said the money wasn’t stolen. You have to listen to what the child has to say.”

“If she didn’t steal it, do you think someone else would give it to her? I don’t know you have such a wealthy relative.” Eleanor agitatedly pointed at the new clothes, shoes, and phone on the living room table.

“Why didn’t you give me or your father some of the money? William Jenkins, you can protect this rascal, but if you harm my son, I’ll fight you to the death. Do you believe this?”

“All of these things add up to at least six to seven thousand. Guess how many years you’ll be sentenced tor Layla added fuel to the fire.

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William was scared and didn’t know what to do.

He had just come home from the construction site and hadn’t quite figured out what was going on. The clothes and shoes looked expensive, but he thought they could only cost a few hundred at most. He knew about the phone, the foreman at the construction site had the same one, which cost nearly 1,500 thousand, more than his two months’ salary.

Now hearing Layla claim all these added up to a few thousand, William felt like it was the end of the world.

“I told you that Isabelle didn’t steal the money.” Ethan stood at the back, gritting his teeth and reddened. eyes, as he defended his sister.

He wanted to help Isabelle, but he didn’t know where she got so much money from, so he couldn’t even explain.

He had just been doing his homework in his room when Layla came back from shopping with her friends and showed off her new dress to him. Then she noticed his new clothes and shoes.

Layla questioned, “If it’s not stolen, where did it come from? Could she be a working girl with that look on her?”

“Layla, how can you talk like that? She’s your sister!” William glared at Layla.

Layla pouted and noticed something else. Oh, you even bought a computer.” She had been looking into Isabelle’s room since she opened the door.

She thought that since her sister had bought so many things for Ethan, she must have bought herself. Sure enough, she found something.

“You think you can hide it from me? Get out of my way.” Layla tried to push Isabelle aside and in to get the computer.

But the moment she touched Isabelle, her wrist was grabbed and twisted. She screamed in pain.

“Who do you think you are to question me?” Isabelle’s eyes were cold. Her demeanour was cold and irritable.

She was suppressing her murderous intent.

If it weren’t for the original owner of the body, the moment Eleanor opened her mouth, Isabelle wouldn’t have given her a chance to speak.

“Mom, help me! She’s going to break my hand.”