Chapter 11 Venting

"You didn't come back, and Patricia got worried, so she asked me to wait outside. Glad you're back," John said.

Isabella gave John a cold look, thinking, 'You make it sound like I was out causing trouble.'

"John, you really have it tough," she said sarcastically.

"It's not tough. Serving you is my duty."

'More like surveillance,' Isabella thought.

Sure enough, as soon as she walked into the living room, she saw Patricia sitting there elegantly, sipping coffee.

'This family is so scared I'll stray. It's past eleven, and they're still waiting for me. If I wanted to cheat, could they really stop me?' Isabella thought.

"Patricia."

"You're back," Patricia waved her over. Isabella walked over, and Patricia lovingly held her cold hand, gently rubbing it. "John said you rushed out. If you need help, just tell me. We're family."

"A friend's brother had a car accident. Her parents weren't around, so she asked me to go. He's fine now," Isabella said.

"Thank goodness he's okay. Next time, let the family driver take you so I won't worry," Patricia said.

Isabella forced a smile. "Got it."

Dragging her tired body, Isabella collapsed onto the bed, landing right on George. Holding her throbbing head and feeling the weight of her recent frustrations, she vented on George.

She punched him repeatedly, cursing, "Why is your family so paranoid? I just went to the hospital, and you all act like I was out with other men! What's with the fear of me coming back late? It's just a way to monitor me. With your mom's nagging, you'll never get better. You'll stay in bed forever, never waking up."

With the last three punches, she hit George's stomach hard, cursing, "I'll beat you to death."

Sitting cross-legged on the bed for a while, she realized her outburst was unreasonable. She looked at the unresponsive George and sighed.

"What did you do wrong? You're just a pitiful person too. I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

Isabella slowly lay down, propping her head on her hand, and looked at George. "You're young and ended up like this. Even with power, influence, and money, you're still a vegetable. If you never wake up, I'll be a widow for life.

It's actually better this way. But the Spencer family will go crazy, especially Patricia. She was fooled by Lucas, thinking I'm a medical genius. I just learned a bit from my mentor."

The next day, Isabella didn't feel like talking when she saw John coming.

But John still relayed everything to her without missing a word.

"Mr. Spencer's birthday party is this weekend. There will be many guests, and Mrs. Patricia Spencer hopes you can prepare in advance."

'A birthday party for a vegetable? Are you kidding me?' Isabella thought the Spencer family was nuts.

"Prepare what?" Isabella asked.

"Prepare to receive guests. As part of this family, with Mr. Spencer unwell, the responsibility falls on you," John said seriously.

Isabella pouted. "Being Mrs. Spencer isn't easy."

"You'll get used to it," John said.

'I don't want to get used to it, but do I have a choice?' she thought.

"Got it. You can go now. I need more sleep." It was the weekend, and Isabella wanted to sleep in. But John had no intention of leaving.

"Mrs. Spencer, it's sunny today. Why don't you take Mr. Spencer out for some sun?"

'Another task? Are all the servants dead?'

Isabella, quite annoyed, glared at John and said, "Before I married into the Spencer family, did Mr. Spencer not get any sun?"

"It's not that. Mrs. Patricia Spencer wants you to get familiar with taking care of Mr. Spencer. You'll be spending more time with him in the future."

Isabella thought, 'I'm just a lifelong VIP maid.'

Deprived of her right to sleep in, Isabella angrily pushed George out to the yard.

Too preoccupied with her complaints, she didn't see the step in front of her. The wheelchair hit the stone step, causing George to tumble out. She screamed and rushed to help, but it was too late. George had already fallen.