Chapter 390

Theodore was losing his mind. "Penelope, we need a solution now!"

Frederick and Cassandra were on the brink of tears. "They took our savings too! Do you think we're not panicking? We've all been duped!"

Margaret was hysterical, slapping her knees repeatedly. "We're finished! This is the end! How will we survive now?"

The court officials intervened firmly. "You must vacate the premises immediately and cease disrupting official proceedings."

Margaret resisted fiercely, her voice shrill with defiance. "I refuse to leave! This is my ancestral home! I've lived here my entire life! This is Whitmore property, and I challenge anyone to touch it!"

Within moments, Margaret was physically removed by two court officers, along with the other family members.

Isabella screamed in outrage. "Get your hands off me! I'll walk out myself. Release me!"

She jerked away violently, but as the officers loosened their hold, she stumbled and fell backward, landing hard on the marble floor.

The room fell silent.

Margaret sat wailing on the ground, tearing at her hair. "What will become of us? What sin did we commit to deserve this? Why is fate punishing us?"

The other relatives stood frozen. Just yesterday, they'd been toasting their supposed good fortune. Now they'd been reduced to paupers.

Their entire wealth had vanished - no money, no home. How had everything collapsed so completely?

"Penelope, what's our next move? That imposter Dr. Sinclair deceived us, but surely we can recover our funds. You must have a plan!" Isabella pressed urgently.

Penelope was too distraught to think clearly. "All his credentials were fabricated. He's disappeared without a trace! Where would we even begin searching?"

Victoria locked eyes with Isabella, her expression grave. "Isabella, we're out of alternatives. Contact Nathaniel. Perhaps he can salvage this situation."

Margaret scrambled to her feet, clutching at Isabella's arm desperately. "Yes! Call Nathaniel immediately! He'll know what to do."

Isabella couldn't bear losing her privileged lifestyle. With trembling hands, she dialed Nathaniel's number.

The line connected after two rings. Isabella gripped the phone tightly. "Nathaniel, disaster has struck!"

His calm baritone responded. "Explain."

"Remember Dr. Sinclair? He's a complete fraud! A con artist!"

Silence stretched on the other end.

"We invested everything. The court and bank seized our companies today. They've confiscated the family estate too. We've lost it all! Please, you must help us track down that imposter and recover our money!"

After a weighted pause, Nathaniel responded coolly, "I warned you repeatedly about that man's dubious nature. Your blind optimism brought this upon yourselves. It's too late for intervention now."

"I could never reach Dr. Sinclair reliably. Don't waste time appealing to me. Every moment you delay reduces your chances of recovery. You're petitioning the wrong person."

"The wrong person? Then who should we be seeking?" Isabella demanded.