Chapter 60 Will You Miss Me?

Juniper smirked and said, "Because he's George. In Stellar City, he's got the best genes. Even if I can't join the Spencer family, my kid will inherit his genes and become the future heir."

"That's it?" Isabella asked, puzzled. "Don't you think that's crazy?"

"It might sound crazy to you, but I have no regrets," Juniper replied, staring at Isabella. She never imagined George would fall for Isabella. If Isabella stayed with the Spencers, Juniper wouldn't stand a chance.

"So, you want me to leave George and the Spencers, making room for you and your son?" Isabella chuckled, her tone unreadable.

"Isabella, it's better for you too, isn't it? What do you get by staying with George? Watching him mess around, seeing his illegitimate kids come back to the family. He can sleep with me and other actresses. That's just who he is," Juniper said.

Isabella laughed. She knew Juniper was exaggerating, but there was some truth in her words.

"Done?" Isabella asked, standing up.

"Isabella, I'm not asking you to decide now, but think about it. You'll thank me later," Juniper added, still trying to convince Isabella, who wasn't interested.

Stepping out of the café, the cold wind stung Isabella's cheeks. She had endured spring and autumn, but this winter felt unbearable.

Looking up at the sky, she missed her teacher, Maurice Harrison, a gluttonous old man.

The same old shabby alley, with roast chicken and a bottle of wine. She pushed open the creaky wooden door. Maurice, with his graying beard, was meditating as usual.

Smelling the aroma, Maurice opened his eyes and smiled at Isabella. "Finally remembered me."

Isabella handed him the roast chicken. "I never forgot. Here's roast chicken and wine for you."

Seeing her downcast, Maurice tore off a drumstick for her and asked, "Did something happen at the Spencer family?"

Isabella shook her head, pushing the drumstick away. "No."

"Then why do you look so down? Is George being a jerk to you?" Maurice asked.

Isabella shook her head again. Hugging her knees, she looked at Maurice and asked, "Maurice, you must have loved your wife a lot, right?"

Maurice was taken aback, then waved his hand. "My wife died thirty years ago. I've almost forgotten her face."

"After she passed, you've been alone. If you didn't love her, you would've remarried, right?" Isabella asked.

Maurice didn't argue. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I just think women are troublesome."

Isabella propped her chin, pondering. "Women are indeed troublesome. They get emotionally involved easily."

Maurice looked at the sentimental Isabella and asked, "Have you fallen for George?"

Isabella turned to him, paused for a long while, then lowered her eyes. "Am I stupid? George hasn't done anything, but I'm already overthinking. Love shouldn't be like this."

"What should love be like?" Maurice asked, putting down the roast chicken and taking a swig of wine. "Love is inherently blind. It's not shameful."

"Maurice," Isabella said, looking up, "I don't want to love anymore. I want to leave."

"Where will you go? Running away isn't a solution," Maurice replied patiently.

Isabella knew running away wouldn't solve anything, but love wasn't something she could just fix. Besides, she didn't really know George. She wasn't part of his past and wouldn't be in his future. Her persistence felt pointless.

"If I leave, will you miss me?" Isabella asked, looking at Maurice.

Since she was ten, Maurice had raised her like a daughter. He was the only person who made her feel warmth. If there was anything she couldn't bear to leave, it was Maurice.

"No," Maurice said stubbornly, tearing off a piece of chicken and taking a big bite.

Isabella laughed, hugging Maurice's arm and resting her face on his shoulder. "I know you'll miss me. Why not admit it?"

"I won't miss you. I don't miss anyone. I'm happy being free and alone," he said.

"Then I'll miss you, okay?" Isabella rubbed her face against his arm, smiling like she did when she was ten.

After Maurice finished drinking and his meal, Isabella got up to leave.

At the door, Maurice called out, "Isabella."

She stopped and looked back. "Yes?"

"Don't be so hard on yourself," Maurice said.

Isabella pressed her lips together and nodded. "Don't worry, Maurice."

The Spencer Manor was still the same Spencer Manor. Isabella was still the same Isabella. Patricia was still the same Patricia, hoping every day that Isabella would get pregnant. No one had changed, but everyone seemed different.

The family, who hadn't dined together in a long time, sat together today. With a sumptuous dinner, Patricia thoughtfully served Isabella her favorite dishes. "I heard from George that you've been busy with work lately. You still need to take care of your health. Being too thin isn't good for getting pregnant."

Isabella smiled gently. "Patricia, you should also take care of your health."

"Good girl," Patricia said, very satisfied.

George, sitting beside them, served Isabella a bowl of soup. "Have some soup."

"Thank you," Isabella said, taking it and sipping a few mouthfuls.

"Do you have time tomorrow?" Isabella asked George.

"Why?" George replied.

"Take me to the amusement park. I want to have some fun," she said casually while eating.

George had an important meeting tomorrow and couldn't get away. "Tomorrow might not work. How about the day after tomorrow? I'll rearrange my schedule and spend the day with you."

Isabella pursed her lips and said nonchalantly, "It's okay. Then the day after tomorrow."

He held her small hand and kissed it lightly. "Sorry, the schedule is already set."

Isabella smiled gently. "It's fine. You do your work."

Seeing them so polite and loving, Patricia was very happy.

After dinner, Patricia went back to her room, giving George and Isabella some time alone.

Isabella had a good appetite and kept serving George food. "Try this. I think it's a new dish from John."