Luther's gaze remained fixed on the distance as he replied, "I've figured it out."Joshua instinctively thought Luther meant that he had decided to be with Isabella. "So, if you've figured it out, why haven't you told her yet? Or are you planning to confess on the day she's supposed to leave?""Marrying Chris is a good choice. I had someone investigate him; he's humble, has a good character, and is compatible in many ways," Luther said, his tone suppressing the complex emotions he felt.Joshua was stunned, not expecting his answer. From what Joshua knew, Luther appeared composed and cool on the surface, but deep down, he had a strong sense of possessiveness and long-term commitment. Such a person would not easily let someone they liked go."Haven't you understood this circle yet?" Joshua wanted him to think a bit more about this. "What you know is just what others want you to know. How can you be sure that your investigation is accurate? Most people don't reveal their true nature
This time, Luther did not deny it. He took Joshua's phone and deleted the message he had sent. After a moment of silence, he admitted very seriously, "Yes, I like her... a lot. But not all affections lead to a relationship, just like your affection for Auntie Cynthia."Luther suppressed his emotions, looking at Joshua. Joshua was taken aback as he had not expected Luther to bring up that matter."She deserves the very best this world has to offer," Luther continued. His voice was soft, so fragile that it seemed like it could shatter with the slightest pressure. "She should have a perfect life."His existence would only become a stain on her life, turning her happy life into one filled with anxiety and depression.Joshua sensed there was more to it. "Is it because of your family background?""It's not just because of my family background," Luther replied, not revealing the ultimate reason, but he affirmed, "She would be hurt if she were with me, and I know you wouldn't want her
An eerie silence settled over the scene. Luther wracked his brain but could not come up with a reasonable excuse."Is it so difficult to admit that you like me?" Isabella pressed, deliberately misconstruing his intentions, "Or is liking me something so embarrassing that it makes you feel ashamed?"Luther blurted out, "Yes."Isabella did not fall into his trap. "Tell me, what's so embarrassing about it?""Everything is embarrassing," Luther confessed, unable to find an excuse. He chose to follow her lead and lied, keeping his cold expression as an indicator that he would not admit his feelings.Isabella countered, "I haven't committed any crimes or done anything wrong. My values are decent, and I've never posted inappropriate things online. I think I'm pretty great, and I can't find anything embarrassing about me."Luther did not want to continue the conversation. He stood up and said to Joshua, "Uncle Joshua, I'm leaving.""Stop. You're not leaving until we finish this discussio
"I understand." Isabella stepped aside and said, "You can go now."Upon hearing this, Luther did not feel great, but considering his unstable emotions, he left without a second glance.After watching him drive away, Isabella and Joshua sat side by side. She gave him a sidelong look and asked, "Don't you think there's something wrong with Luther's head?"Joshua agreed, "Yes.""If I remember correctly, ever since you took over their family affairs because of me, Luther's dad hasn't hit him again, right?" Joshua thought for a moment. "Yes, more or less.""So, how did he end up like this?" Isabella was deep in thought. She did not understand why Albert would drag Luther outside to humiliate him publicly. She only learned the reason after asking Joshua. Albert had done that to embarrass Luther, ensuring that he would never again defy his words. However, any lingering emotional wounds should have healed after all these years. After all, Joshua has been taking care of Luther since
"That's good to hear. I was worried someone at the company might be secretly trying to sabotage him," Isabella said, letting out a sigh of relief."You can rest assured about that. Mr. Brooks isn't one to be taken advantage of. Anyone trying to sabotage him should be prepared for the consequences. Don't be deceived by his usual reserved and handsome appearance. In reality, he's quite shrewd," Roderick blurted out. "True, considering he's the President of the Neal Group. What about his hobbies or interests?" Isabella agreed, nodding. "He doesn't have many hobbies. He plays golf and tennis, but mainly for networking purposes. Even outside working hours, he focuses on work and maybe some exercise," Roderick replied."That's not too bad. A life well lived," Isabella praised."Well, it's not all that great," Roderick muttered quietly."What do you mean?" Isabella asked.Roderick acted naturally, giving nothing away. "It's nothing. I just think Mr. Brooks has a tough job managing su
Upon seeing the assortment of strong liquor, Roderick appeared to be in a dilemma. "It's not wise to drown your sorrows with alcohol. How about we find another way to vent your frustrations?""No need, this is fine." Isabella replied, opening a bottle, "You don't have to force yourself to drink with me. After I've had enough, you can just help me call Mr. Neal.""Alright," Roderick said as he sat by her side.Isabella kept drinking, one sip after another. She pretended to be intoxicated and distressed, crying like the girls drowning their heartbreak. After three bottles, she lay her head on the table, sobbing. "Why doesn't he like me? Why...?""Isabella?" Roderick called out."I've liked him for so many years. I thought he might like me a little bit. He even carved a wooden doll for me when we were kids," Isabella continued to cry, ignoring Roderick."Why... I'm rather outstanding too..." Isabella murmured, her words slurred as one incoherent sentence followed another. Witnessi
"Never mind, I'll ask him myself," Isabella said as she grabbed her phone, stood up, and headed toward the exit.Just moments ago, she had been crying and appearing utterly heartbroken, but now she seemed perfectly composed. Moreover, she could still walk steadily as if she were not drunk at all! Roderick immediately followed Isabella. When he found her standing on the sidewalk trying to hail a taxi, he approached her and asked, "You were acting drunk?""Well, how else would I get you to tell me the truth?" Isabella replied.Roderick was baffled. If he recalled correctly, Isabella had just consumed three bottles of liquor. Even though they were small bottles, he was sure that he would be completely intoxicated if he drank the same amount."But you really didn't seem like you were acting. You were even crying so intensely," Roderick insisted. "That's because I have an aunt who's an actress," Isabella explained. She had a knack for acting even when she was a child. As she grew
"What's your plan?" Joshua asked Isabella.Isabella gave it a thought and decided to lie, "I'll put it aside for now. We can discuss it in a couple of days."Joshua simply acknowledged with a nod.Isabella had thought the conversation had ended for the night, but ten minutes later, Joshua unexpectedly chimed in, "It's best to go easy on alcohol from now on.""I don't usually drink much. This is only the second time in a few years that I've had this much," Isabella explained.Her statement was not a complete lie. While she often enjoyed going out with her friends, they mostly stuck to non-alcoholic beverages and light cocktails. If it were not to convince Roderick she was thoroughly drunk, she would not have ordered such strong liquor.Joshua did not seem entirely convinced.Isabella hurriedly defended herself, "I mean it! If you don't believe me, you can ask my mom... She knows."Joshua said, "I'm only saying this because I care about your health. Even if you have a high alcoho