Isabella's car was parked in the hospital parking lot across the street. She drove, taking Andrew back to the apartment. Amelia took Asher to his early education class and wasn't at home. The two of them had to prepare dinner by themselves. Andrew was a patient, so she couldn't let him cook. She could only brace herself and walk into the kitchen. Anyway, as long as he dared to eat, she dared to make. She wasn't adept at cooking, which wasn't entirely her fault. Her mother was elegant and skillful in piano, wine appreciation, painting—she excelled in almost everything but cooking. Naturally, she didn't groom her daughter to be a chef. Later, Charlotte married her father, and to play the role of a good wife and mother, she was even less likely to cook. The kitchen was stocked with various ingredients, but Isabella felt a headache looking at the raw vegetables and fresh fish and meat. She held her phone, browsing Baidu recipes, learning and cooking at the same time, barely managi
“Have you seen enough!” Isabella walked up to him and swiftly snatched the wish card he was holding in his hand. Then, she haphazardly gathered the other scattered wish cards lying on the sofa. Andrew didn't stop her actions, just lounged slightly on the couch, legs casually crossed, eyes half-lidded, smiling at her. She felt quite uncomfortable under his gaze, glaring at him fiercely. "Andrew, don't get too pleased with yourself." He chuckled, slightly puzzled. "How come there are so many wish cards?" She held a pile of wish cards in her arms and retorted grumpily, "I saw identical wish cards at a boutique. Is it wrong to buy them all?" Isabella justified her actions confidently, yet she couldn't shake off the unease. Were her wishes too many? Would he think she was greedy? He stood up, his lips forming a gentle curve. Extending his hand, he affectionately tousled her hair. "Are these all the wishes for now? I'll remember." After saying that, he lifted Asher from the couch, l
Isabella was contemplating how to slip away when Andrew happened to walk up to her. He was pushing a shopping cart containing some daily necessities and snacks. "Asher, it's time to go home," he said, reaching out and scooping the child out of the playground, directly placing him in the shopping cart. With one hand pushing the cart and the other arm around her waist, he said, "We've got everything, let's head back." "Okay," she replied, following him towards the checkout counter. After they had walked a distance, the woman suddenly slapped her forehead, finally recalling. "Isabella, the one I saw just now looked like Isabella." "Are you seeing things? The woman you just saw looked like a married woman with a husband and child," her husband said, patting her head. In the bustling town of Ithaca, many settled celebrities lived there, but Isabella's image on the screen was that of a sweet and cute girl-next-door. No one would associate her with a married woman who had a child. The
When Isabella was ready to go out, she passed through the living room and noticed Andrew sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. “Why aren't you going out today?” she asked subconsciously. He looked up upon hearing her question. He originally had a video conference this morning, but it was canceled due to an emergency at the branch office. It was rare for him to have some free time. His deep, calm gaze fell on her as she stood there, her lustrous black hair cascading over her snow-white dress, like a blooming lily bathed in sunlight, standing gracefully. A faint smile touched his lips as he gently inquired, “Do you have work today?” For a moment, she didn't know how to respond. She struggled internally, whether to tell the truth or not. Actually, there was a fleeting moment when Isabella wanted to lie to him, casually saying, “Yes, I have work today,” just to leave without any trouble. But that thought was quickly dismissed. If they aimed to trust and rely on each other, hon
Lily smiled and said, "Emily, the bird's nest porridge today is particularly good. Please taste it, see if it suits your taste." Emily impatiently glared at her. Taking the porridge and a spoon, Emily had a sip. The temperature was just right, and the taste was perfect. She nodded in satisfaction and drank it slowly. Although the porridge tasted good, her appetite was poor. She reluctantly drank about half a bowl and then asked Lily to take it away. "Go to the kitchen and see if there's any dried apricot or sour plum. Bring a few packs for me," Emily said. Lily nodded and obediently left. Lying lazily on the bed, Emily held her phone, hesitating whether to call James or not. It had been over a week since they last met. If she didn't initiate contact, he wouldn't even make a call or send a message, always using the excuse of being too busy with work. Despite maintaining a strong front in front of others, Emily always felt uncertain about this renewed relationship. Fortunately, s
"Sis, why have you come?" Isabella, seeing Emily suddenly appear, instinctively stood up from her seat, looking puzzled.However, her reaction, seen through Emily's eyes, was nothing short of pure guilt.Without a word, Emily swiftly walked over and delivered a slap across Isabella's face. The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the quiet enclosed space.Isabella instinctively covered her swollen cheek, tears streaming down her face.Sitting across from them, James, for a moment, didn't react. Only when he saw Emily hitting Isabella did he angrily walk over. He stood between the two women, his gaze fixed on Isabella. Her cheek was red and swollen, tears of grievance glistened in her eyes. Any man witnessing her pitiful appearance would find it difficult to remain unaffected.James instinctively reached out his hand, but Isabella skillfully avoided his touch.She was highly averse to his touch now.Andrew's concerns seemed really unnecessary. She was so averse to even James' slightest to
James and Isabella stood together on the steps, coldly observing her. Emily endured the pain, struggling to move her body, attempting to climb the steps. She cried as she climbed, tears and snot smudging her face, looking extremely distressed and pitiful. "Baby, please save our baby..." Emily struggled to say. Isabella, seeing the trail of blood behind her, instinctively covered her mouth, looking shocked. "James, quickly call an ambulance, Emily seems to be having a miscarriage." However, James stood there, unmoved, his gaze unusually icy. "Another miscarriage? Who knows if she's really pregnant this time or just acting." This scene in front of him seemed to overlap with the past. Back then, Emily pretended to be pregnant to frame Isabella, faking a miscarriage as well. He thought their child was truly lost, and he had cried alone several times, even felt heartbroken for a long time. At that time, she had played him for a fool, thinking he was a laughingstock. Seeing James had
"Emily, there's a cause for every effect. I'm not the one who pushed you down the stairs," Isabella said coldly, sneering. Emily's hand leaned against the wall, her complexion growing paler. Of course, she wouldn't forget that it was James who had pushed her down the stairs, and it was he who killed their child. "Are you here to mock me?" Emily's eyes were bloodshot, glaring angrily at her. Isabella looked back at her, her gaze growing colder, as if coated in ice. However, her tone was disdainful, tinged with a smile. "Yes, just like how you came to the hospital to mock me back then." Back then, right after she had given birth to Asher and narrowly escaped death's door, Emily had eagerly gone to the hospital, making a scene and even pretending to miscarry to frame her. "Your last miscarriage was a hoax, but this time it's real. How does it feel?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Emily, trembling with rage, cursed, "You've had your laugh, now get lost!" "Of course, I'll leave. But
Isabella chuckled softly at his words. Then, she got out of bed, tidied her clothes, and opened the door.As soon as the door opened, Asher lunged in, diving straight into his mother's soft embrace."Mommy's precious baby is back," Isabella planted a kiss on Asher's cheek."Amelia took Asher to ride the slide, and then we're coming down!" Asher exclaimed excitedly.Isabella nodded with a smile and asked, "Asher, Do you like to play on the slide?""Yes! I like it." Asher nodded vigorously and said, "I want to eat marshmallows. Mommy, you will buy marshmallows for me, right?"Amelia thought that too many sweets were bad for Asher's teeth, so she rarely let him have candy. Asher was clever; whenever he couldn't get what he wanted from Amelia, he would turn to Isabella and act cute.Isabella smiled and nodded, "Alright, next time Mommy will take Asher to the park to buy marshmallows.""Asher loves Mommy the most!" Asher hugged Isabella's neck and giggled.Isabella carried the child downst
Isabella sat in the passenger seat of Andrew's car, holding a thick stack of documents, still finding it hard to believe.In her impression, Robert had always been deeply secretive, shrewd, and ruthless, having run Moonlit Art Inc. for many years, firmly entrenched in his position.She had constantly been troubled by how to deal with him, yet Robert handed Moonlit Art Inc. back to her and even planned her way forward.She couldn't help but wonder if everything that had just happened was an illusion."Andrew, let me pinch you," Isabella said."Why?" Andrew asked, holding the steering wheel with one hand, puzzled."I want to see if I'm dreaming," Isabella replied."Shouldn't you pinch yourself then?""Are you silly? Pinching myself hurts. Pinching you is the same," Isabella answered seriously.Andrew: "..."He'd be foolish to let her pinch him."Andrew, do you think Robert might be possessed? He just handed the company back to me so easily. Moonlit Art Inc. is worth billions," Isabella
Robert stood at the café entrance, watching as the black Benz disappeared from view. Only then did he step down the stairs and walk towards his car. Holding the electronic key in his hand, he unlocked the car just as his phone vibrated in his jacket pocket.Glancing at the caller ID, he saw Alice's name and habitually frowned.When he answered, Alice's cool voice came through, "Robert, I'm planning to sell the house. While packing today, I found some of your things. Come get them today, or I'll throw them out with the trash."Robert and Alice's marriage had been a heavy loss. Alice would never have agreed to the divorce willingly. Robert had left her all the property and cash in his name before she agreed to the divorce.After hanging up, Robert drove to their former home.The electronic lock had long since been changed by Alice, so he could only knock on the door.Alice answered, her attitude indifferent. Now divorced, they were like strangers."Your things are in the kitchen. Take a
When Isabella received Robert's call, she was at the spa with Oliver. The beautician handed Isabella her phone, and she answered the call directly.Hearing Robert's voice surprised Isabella. After hanging up, she removed her face mask and sat up.“Isabella, what’s wrong?” Oliver asked, puzzled.“Robert wants to meet. Not sure what he’s up to this time,” Isabella replied.“He’s Charlotte’s family. He can’t mean any good. Maybe you shouldn’t go,” Oliver said, worried.“Moonlit Art Inc. is still in Robert’s hands.” Isabella sighed, jumped off the bed, and slipped on her high heels. “You go home; I’ll go meet him.”Isabella quickly washed her face, dressed, and drove to the meeting place. Robert had arranged to meet at a café, and for safety, Isabella sent the café's location to Andrew.After sending the message, she tossed her phone back into her bag. Her red Maserati parked steadily outside the café.Isabella stepped out, carrying her bag and walking into the café in her high heels.Wea
"Charlotte, Emily, please have a seat," Robert said calmly.Charlotte, who had been kept waiting for several hours, was seething with anger but had no outlet for it. After all, they were there to ask for help, and when asking for help, one must have the right attitude. She led Emily to the sofa in the reception area and sat down.Robert finished his work and then sat down on the single-seater sofa opposite them, instructing the secretary to bring over some coffee."No need. We’ve had enough coffee to be full," Charlotte replied sarcastically.However, the secretary still brought a cup of coffee and placed it on the coffee table in front of Robert.Robert took a sip of the coffee and spoke in a light tone, "I was thinking of finding time to talk to you, cousin. Since you’re here, there's no need to schedule a time.""Robert, what is it?" Charlotte asked."Not long ago, Alice and I finalized our divorce," Robert said."What?" Charlotte’s eyes widened in surprise. "Something as major as
News of David being taken into police custody was suppressed by Andrew, preventing any public impact. However, high society circles are always well-informed, making it impossible to keep the matter entirely under wraps.Mr. Jacob specifically called Andrew to inquire about the situation, his tone laced with sarcasm. Andrew offered no explanation, but after hanging up, he instructed Ryan to send evidence of Thomas's money laundering and bribery to Mr. Jacob, nearly giving the latter a heart attack.Subsequently, the Clark family also received the news. They was not as easygoing.Mrs. Clark directly ordered the servants to throw out all of Emily's belongings, declaring that Stellan should divorce her.Emily ran back home in tears, immediately throwing herself into Charlotte's arms upon entering."Emily, why are you crying like this? What happened?" Charlotte asked with a sigh.Recently, with Victoria and David both imprisoned, Charlotte had aged significantly."Mom, Stellan wants to div
Meanwhile, inside the CEO's office, Isabella was sitting in the boss's chair behind the large desk, sipping freshly brewed coffee and playing games on Andrew's computer. Andrew's computer was top-notch, and there wasn't a hint of lag while gaming.Isabella was thoroughly enjoying herself, unaware of how much time had passed until the office door opened from the outside and Andrew walked in with a file in hand. Seeing Isabella in his chair softened his otherwise stern expression."You're done with the meeting," Isabella remarked upon seeing him. She closed the game and rested her arm on the desk, propping her chin up to look at him. "Andrew, your computer is great for gaming."Andrew shook his head with a smile, feeling a bit helpless. The information on his computer was valuable enough to buy half of Ithaca town, yet only Isabella dared to use it for gaming."If you like it, I'll have Nathan buy one just like it for you.""Great!" Isabella nodded with a smile, standing up and sidling
“If Andrew would divorce me because the Harris family falls from grace, it would only prove he's not worth trusting. Victoria, do you understand what love is? I love Andrew, and I believe he loves me too.”"Love?" Victoria sneered disdainfully. "Isabella, you're truly ridiculous.""It's not me who's ridiculous, it's you, Victoria. Your whole life has been like a joke." Isabella slowly stood up, her eyes narrowing as she looked down at her."In fact, I've considered many ways to end you, but upon reflection, the best method is to bring you to justice. Victoria, you must live well in prison, reflect on what you've done and the lives you've ruined. I'll make time to visit you."After saying this, Isabella arrogantly turned and walked away, her high heels clicking with each step as she left the hospital room.Behind her, Victoria suddenly erupted into hysterical screams and roars, "I don't want to go to prison! Let me go, let me go!"Hearing the commotion, two guards outside rushed in and
At night, Isabella and Andrew had just finished an intense sex. They lay naked under the covers, chatting. Just as they were kissing passionately, the phone vibrated, interrupting them.Andrew, slightly annoyed, answered the call. Whatever the other person said made him glance at Isabella subconsciously."Andrew, what happened?" Isabella asked after he hung up."Victoria was injured and admitted to the hospital," Andrew replied."Is it easy to get injured in custody?" Isabella asked, puzzled."She was courting death; no one could stop her," Andrew said coldly. "Victoria requested to see Charlotte multiple times but was denied. She must have resorted to self-harm as a last-ditch effort. Once admitted to the hospital, she can see family according to regulations.""Victoria is still hoping David will get her out," Isabella said with a cold laugh. "She wants to see family, right? I'm also her family. Tomorrow, I'll go see her at the hospital."The next day, Isabella got up unusually early