Chapter 32 Why Do You Believe Me

Thalia didn't expect Isabella to talk back, let alone say so much, which made her even angrier. She snapped, "Isabella, what's with the attitude? Even if you're George's wife, you're still a nobody. Now that George is awake, he can divorce you anytime."

'Threatening me with divorce? Not happening,' Isabella thought.

"Fine, let's divorce. Think I'm scared? I'd be thrilled. Let's do it now." Isabella stormed upstairs. 'It's not that I can't handle grievances, but after so many, it's pointless. Now that George is awake, the Spencer family thinks I'm useless and wants me out. I get it, given my poor background. But they can't insult me,' she thought.

She pulled out a suitcase and started packing. She didn't have much, so it was quick. She packed all the jewelry Patricia had given her recently.

'What's given to me is mine. Why shouldn't I take it?' she thought.

When George opened the bedroom door, Isabella had already packed two suitcases, ready to leave.

"Where are you going?" George asked.

'I don't know, but there's always somewhere,' she thought before saying, "None of your business."

"How is it not my business? You're still my wife," he said.

The word "wife" felt incredibly ironic. Isabella sighed, "How can you have a cheating wife? I don't deserve it."

"So, did you cheat?" George leaned lazily against the headboard.

Isabella didn't want to explain.

'Whether I cheated or not is already decided,' she thought.

"Not explaining? Does that mean you did cheat or are just too upset to talk about it?"

"I didn't cheat." After a moment, Isabella sighed. "Can't I have normal social interactions?"

"Of course, you can," George said gently.

"But none of you believe me," Isabella felt a bit dejected.

"I believe you," George said.

"You believe me?" Isabella couldn't believe it.

'In the Spencer family, the last person who should believe me is George, yet he says he does,' Isabella thought.

"Why do you believe me?" She was puzzled.

"No reason."

'George's trust moves me deeply. But I don't understand why he trusts me. Maybe because he doesn't care about my actions and doesn't want to be distracted? George doesn't want to waste energy on such matters? In short, he doesn't care if I have a lover or if I'm unfaithful. He never intended to live with me for long. George's heart is only with Juniper, who could call him away in the middle of the night. In the end, he just doesn't want the Spencer family to be scandalized.'

Isabella's mind was racing, and her facial expressions showed it.

George's gaze stayed on her face for a long time before he finally spoke again. "Stop throwing a tantrum. Aren't you tired? Wash up and go to sleep."

Isabella didn't move for a long time. She knew that if she walked out of Spencer Manor with her luggage now, she might never return.

The house hadn't been transferred to her name yet.

Oliver had just been sent abroad, and everything was just beginning.

She still needed the Spencer family for a lot of things.

She couldn't just leave. But staying felt humiliating. Her pride and dignity were at odds.

Suddenly, Isabella turned and asked, "George, if I have a fight with Patricia, whose side are you on?"

George replied logically, "Whoever is right."

"What if neither of us is right?" Isabella pressed.

"How can you fight if neither of you is right?" George dodged.

'Typical man, dodging the question. For a woman he doesn't care about, why would he take my side? I need to be more realistic,' she thought.

Isabella fell silent again. George moved closer and gently asked, "Are you mad again? Fine, let me rephrase. If you and Patricia are both unreasonable, I'll take your side."

Isabella was stunned. 'Really?'

"Are you just trying to appease me?" Isabella asked.

"If I said I'd take Patricia's side, wouldn't you be even angrier?" George looked at her, not moving an inch.

Isabella snorted. "So today, they wronged me. What are you going to do about it?"

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"What do you mean, 'what do I want you to do'? Why are you so slippery?"

George raised an eyebrow. "Then I'll go educate Patricia, tell her not to believe others' provocations and wrong you."

"Really?" Isabella asked.

George nodded.

"Okay, then let's sleep."

Isabella put her suitcase back in the closet, changed her clothes, and got into bed.

'They say mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationships are prone to conflict. I didn't believe it before, thinking Patricia was a rare good mother-in-law. Now it seems that was only because Patricia's interests weren't involved. People are all the same,' Isabella thought.

She lay down with her back to George, feeling low and just wanting to sleep quickly.

George glanced at her again and again before he couldn't help but say, "Don't sleep yet."

Isabella turned around, thinking he had something to say, and snapped, "What else do you want to say? Regret it? Don't want to take my side anymore? Then take Patricia's side."

"It's not that," he said.

"Not that?" Isabella felt a bit awkward. "Then what is it? Just say it."

George licked his dry lips, his Adam's apple moving up and down. "Let's finish what we didn't do last night."

Isabella frowned. 'Last night, what didn't we finish?'

Her face turned red, and she refused without thinking. "No."

George was puzzled.

"Didn't you get any last night? You have so much energy. Even if you do, I can't. I have a cleanliness obsession with marriage. I don't want to share a husband with others. Other aspects are fine, but not this," she said.

'What's all this stuff?' George was puzzled again.

"Who did I sleep with last night?" he asked.

"Stop pretending to be innocent. You men are such good actors. George, I thought you were different, but it turns out all men are the same, just playing dumb," Isabella said and rolled her eyes.

George pinned her down, pulling her close and holding her tightly. "What act am I putting on? You slept so soundly. You thought I didn't come back last night, didn't you?"

Isabella was speechless.

Seeing her expression, George knew he had guessed right. "I just left early in the morning, not staying out all night."