Before the worker could touch it, I grabbed his hand with a cold, mocking smile tugging at my lips. “What’s this, Marina? I thought you said you didn’t care if a man was rich or poor. Yet even this cheap little trinket, you can’t let it go?”
Isla's POV
Marina’s face immediately darkened. “It’s not that I care about money itself. But wherever the money is, that’s where love is. Miss Isla, if you want something, you should fight for it yourself.”
I let out a cold laugh. “That’s the first time I’ve heard someone dress up gold-digging like it’s something noble.”
“No need to be jealous,” she said, stepping closer. “In the end, it all depends on Mr. Vale’s choice. As for these things...” she waved her hand at the movers “...I’ll gladly accept them.”
Then she pointed at the top shelf of the cabinet. “That trophy looks nice. Take it down and pack it too.”
My head snapped in that direction, and my breath was instantly caught in my throat.
That was my mother’s trophy.
“Don’t touch it!”
I shoved past the worker and clutched the trophy to my chest.