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
Her handbag lay on the passenger seat, and the phone inside suddenly vibrated a few times. She slowed down the car, steadying the steering wheel with one hand and reaching into the bag with the other to retrieve the phone, answering the call. "Didn't you receive the money?" Isabella asked emotionlessly. "I got it, I got it. If there's more work like this next time, just remember to think of me," the voice on the other end said. "There won't be a next time." Isabella stated expressionlessly, then promptly hung up the call. She never liked dealing with these paparazzi, but many things needed their kind of people. For example, sending photos of her and James dating to Emily. Her car moved along the smooth, spacious road, with fewer and fewer vehicles. Finally, the car stopped in a parking lot near the church. Few worshippers were arriving at the church. She crossed the high threshold, the church echoing with solemn bell tolls, a sound that could purify the heart. Isabella steppe
Upon returning home, Isabella discovered that Amelia was off duty today. Dinner had already been cooked, and after Amelia handed Asher over to them, she left. It was a rare occasion in the apartment with just the three of them. After dinner, Andrew went into the study to handle some paperwork. When he emerged, the living room looked as if it had been ransacked: toys were scattered everywhere, clothes and shoes were strewn across the floor. By the French window, Isabella was playfully pretending to be a big tiger, startling her son. The little one ran while calling out, eventually jumping into Andrew's arms. Seeing Andrew, Isabella seemed to have found a savior. "I'm so tired! Can you take care of him for a while? I'll go to the kitchen for a drink." Isabella and Asher had gotten quite parched from their play. She fished out a cola from the kitchen fridge and quickly drank most of it. After finishing her drink and leaving the kitchen, she saw Asher sitting quietly on the couch wat
Isabella walked into the living room and just as she halted, Charlotte's hand came swinging toward her. This was the first time she had lost control in front of David. After playing the role of a perfect wife and mother for so long, it seemed she could no longer keep up the facade. However, her hand was grabbed in midair by Isabella and forcefully pulled away. "Aunt, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Isabella looked at Charlotte in shock. The expressions of the others in the room varied. David couldn't help but furrow his brow, Mrs. Ada appeared indifferent, and Aria, lacking in guile, couldn't contain her laughter for a moment. This current stepmother had always treated Isabella, her stepdaughter, even better than her own daughter. Today, however, she had resorted to physicality with Isabella. In Isabella's eyes, this behavior was nothing short of being irrational. Charlotte's raised arm hadn't had a chance to lower down. Her expression was both ugly and awkward. A
"Enough! Have you caused enough trouble yet?" David's cold, angry voice interrupted Charlotte's next words. "Do you have to create a scandal in the house?"David would never favor Isabella. What mattered most to him was his reputation and political future.One daughter causing harm to another and this sort of incident, if it became known, would severely damage his reputation.Victoria understood clearly; this matter had to end here. Even if Isabella had outsmarted Emily, it was Emily's own foolishness. They had no evidence, so what could they do to Isabella? Emily claimed Isabella admitted it verbally, but she didn't have any recordings."Mom, maybe we've misunderstood Isabella. Emily's miscarriage was accidental. She might have misinterpreted things due to her grief," Victoria subtly tugged at Charlotte's sleeve.Since they had no evidence, arguing further would serve no purpose. The most crucial thing at the moment was how to deal with that foolish Emily."Isabella, my mom is just c