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Third Person's POV Conrad Johnson is sitting in his study. Finally, at last, he has peace and quiet, and he is now a divorced man. Conrad sighs. He should have listened to his mother all those years ago. Conrad even remembers the day his mother tried to talk to him about Isabella. He just walked away and did not want to hear anything his mother had to say about Isabella. He thought she was not his child. He laughs bitterly and thinks to himself, 'How ironic the child I doted on all my life turned out to be the bastard and the child I ignored and gave no love to turn out to be my only child.' Conrad sits there and thinks Isabella was humiliated by her mother and brother at his sixteenth birthday party when she was only ten years old. James called her fat in front of all the people there