Chapter 33 He's Not a Pervert

"How can you just leave when a woman calls you? What do you take me for?" Isabella felt hurt.

"Just someone unimportant," he replied.

'Unimportant? Would someone unimportant leave during an intimate moment? Liar! I don't want to argue with the cunning and hypocritical George about whether he came back last night. Whether he did or not, it's all up to his word,' she thought.

"I'm tired, let's sleep," Isabella said, implying, 'I won't let you touch me.'

George didn't push it and turned off the lights to sleep.

The next morning was awkward.

Usually, when Thalia wasn't around and George wasn't awake, Isabella ate alone. But now, the dining room was full: Thalia, Patricia, George, and Isabella were all there. Only Debra was missing, eating alone elsewhere.

After last night's tension, there wasn't much to say.

Isabella took a few bites and had John drive her to school.

As soon as Isabella left, Thalia couldn't wait to speak. "Aunt Patricia, you see, Isabella doesn't respect you at all. She's holding a grudge."

Patricia glanced at George, worried about his reaction, and quickly stopped Thalia. "Just eat your breakfast."

"Aunt Patricia, now I'm the bad guy, but I'm doing it for you and George," Thalia sulked.

After eating, George got up without a word, ready to head to the office.

Patricia followed him out. "George."

George stopped. "What's up?"

"Are you mad at me?" Patricia asked, feeling wronged.

"Do you think what happened last night was a mistake?" he asked bluntly.

Patricia sighed, embarrassed. "Isabella is too beautiful, marrying into the Spencer family like this. I'm afraid her heart isn't with us, so I've always treated her well. Seeing her laughing with another man made me lose my temper."

"Patricia, you know how important a woman's reputation is. As an elder, you can't do such foolish things again," George said patiently.

'I, having been shrewd all my life, lost my reason when it comes to Isabella. This is my own foolishness,' she thought.

"I understand, George," Patricia said.

"Okay."

Just as George was about to leave, Patricia called him again. "George, Isabella said she wanted a divorce last night. Was that just angry talk?"

"Yes."

"That's good," Patricia felt relieved.

After hearing about last night, Elodie was furious. "Is that family crazy? Who is that Thalia? Is she out of her mind?"

Isabella's anger had mostly subsided. "Now you see, living in a wealthy family isn't easy."

"You'd be better off with Nathan. At least he's not a weirdo."

"Come on," Isabella said, annoyed.

Isabella was painting on a ladder when Elodie spoke again. "Isabella, Nathan messaged me yesterday."

"Oh."

"He said he's been thinking a lot lately and feels it was impulsive to leave back then. He wants to come back to Stellar City to see you and have a chance," Elodie said.

Isabella's paintbrush paused mid-air. She understood what Nathan meant.

"Elodie, Nathan and I..." Isabella started.

"Isabella, Nathan really likes you. And it's not just him—my mom likes you, I like you, our whole family likes you. Unlike the Spencer family, who just have money and bully people."

Isabella appreciated Elodie's support and smiled. "Look at you, more excited than I am."

"I know you think a lot about your mom's house and your brother's treatment. You feel now isn't the right time to leave," Elodie said seriously. "Isabella, you need to live for yourself too, don't you?"

"Elodie, actually George is pretty good to me," Isabella explained.

"Isabella, you really fall in love with George."

Isabella giggled.

After school, Isabella waited until after dinner time to take a cab back to Spencer Manor.

When she entered, she found Patricia sitting in the living room.

Hearing the noise, Patricia opened her eyes and said, "You're back."

"Patricia," Isabella greeted.

"Come over and talk to me," Patricia said.

'Usually, I'd be willing to chat, but after last night's argument, what's there to talk about?' Isabella thought.

"Patricia, I'm a bit tired. I want to go rest first," Isabella said.

Ignoring Patricia's expression, Isabella slipped back to her room.

Not ten minutes later, John brought up a sumptuous dinner for her.

"Mrs. Patricia Spencer said you probably didn't eat dinner, so she had me save this for you. Eat it while it's hot," he said.

"I'm not hungry, take it away," Isabella said, having no appetite.

"Are you still mad at Mrs. Patricia Spencer?" John smiled at Isabella.

Isabella knew John was shrewd and always had hidden meanings in his words, but she didn't want to pretend. "I don't dare to be mad at her, just tired."

"No matter how tired you are, you need to eat. Eat first, and I'll come back to collect it later," John said, leaving the tray and exiting.

Isabella glanced at the food on the tray. Already having no appetite, the sight of the roasted ribs made her feel nauseous.

When John came back to collect the tray, he heard Isabella vomiting in the bathroom.

The sound of vomiting brought a hint of satisfaction to John's face. He had to share this good news with Patricia.

Patricia hurried to Isabella's room just as Isabella, pale from vomiting, came out of the bathroom.

Patricia quickly took Isabella's hand, gently caring for her. "Come lie down, your health is important."

Isabella was confused. "I'm fine."

"Your face is so pale. Is the food not to your taste? Tell John what you want to eat," Patricia said, looking at John. "From now on, all of Isabella's food will be airlifted, and the quality must be top-notch, understand?"

John smiled and nodded repeatedly. "As you wish."

Isabella thought, 'What's going on?'

Patricia gently laid her down and smiled. "Tomorrow, I'll have Daniel come to check your health."

"Patricia, I'm really fine," Isabella tried to explain.

"A check-up will give us peace of mind," Patricia said, signaling to John, who quickly handed over a box with a sparkling diamond bracelet inside.

"Do you like it?" Patricia put it on Isabella.

"That's way too expensive. You should keep it," Isabella refused.