Chapter 82 Denial

"I just wanna bail early. With you and Zachary holding down the fort, just keep George from stirring the pot, and I'll owe you one," Isabella sighed, sounding beat.

Marlowe scratched his head, confused. 'If she's pawning off her work, what's she gonna do?'

"Are you thinking about ditching the company?" Marlowe asked.

"Yeah, but not just yet," Isabella replied, like it was no big deal.

"Heading home to play the rich housewife?"

Isabella gave Marlowe a playful smack with her pen. "What’s going on in that head of yours?"

"So, where you planning to go?" Marlowe pressed, still puzzled.

Isabella set down her list and took a seat. "I wanna head back to Stellar City. My dad..."

"Is he sick?"

Isabella shook her head.

"Something happen to him?"

Another head shake from Isabella.

Marlowe was still lost. "Then what's the deal?"

Last night, George got a call that Isabella overheard. Lucas found out about her divorce from George and stormed over to the Spencer family demanding answers.

Isabella knew Lucas too well. When she married into the Spencer family, he got zilch out of it. Now, he wasn’t gonna let this chance slip by.

She didn’t want to be embarrassed, so she decided to head back to Stellar City to see what was up.

"Marlowe, drop it. I gotta handle some family stuff and I'll be back," Isabella said firmly.

"Want me to tag along?" Marlowe asked, worried she'd get pushed around.

Isabella shook her head. "Nah, I got this."

She knew that when she left the Spencer family quietly, they had more than a few bones to pick with her.

If Lucas caused a scene at the Spencer family, not only would she be humiliated, but the Neville family's rep in Stellar City would take a hit too.

George had probably already jetted off to Stellar City to deal with it.

Isabella caught the earliest flight to Stellar City.

As soon as she landed, a wave of nostalgia hit her, even the air had that sweet, earthy smell.

The thought of never being able to return to the city she grew up in made her chest ache.

From the airport, Isabella grabbed a cab to The Jones Villa.

The gates were locked, and the servants said the Jones family had left early, heading to the Spencer family.

Isabella's heart sank, and she quickly hopped into another cab to The Spencer Manor.

Halfway there, her phone rang. It was Marlowe. "Isabella, where you at?"

"On my way, why?" Isabella answered.

"I'm in Stellar City. I'm coming to find you."

Isabella was stunned. "You're in Stellar City?"

"I thought it over and decided I couldn't let you come back alone, so I followed you. Where are you now? I'll come to you," Marlowe explained, sounding anxious.

They met up half an hour later.

As soon as Marlowe saw Isabella, she knew something was off and asked, "What’s really going on?"

Isabella had no choice but to spill everything.

"Good thing I came. Let's go, I'll go with you to The Spencer Manor," Marlowe said.

On the way, Isabella kept calling Lucas, but he wasn't picking up.

She had no choice but to see what was up when she got there.

Right now, The Spencer Manor was buzzing.

There was Lucas, Donna, Clara from the Jones family, and George, Patricia, Thalia from the Spencer family, plus a bunch of Spencer family servants led by John.

"Back then, Mr. Spencer was out cold, and your family begged Isabella to marry him. Now he's up and about, and you wanna ditch her? Divorce? You think you can just walk away? If you don't give us a straight answer today, we ain't leaving," Donna boldly confronted the elegant Patricia.

Patricia just glanced indifferently at the nonchalant George beside her.

George calmly lit a cigarette, ignoring Donna's rant. He then looked at Lucas with narrowed eyes and asked, "What kind of answer do you want?"

"Mr. Spencer, if Isabella hadn't married into your family, I doubt you'd be up and about so soon. Now that you're well, you kick her out. Isn't that a bit too much? What did your family promise back then?" Lucas shot back.

Thalia couldn't take it anymore. She already had a grudge against Isabella, and seeing her family cause a scene made her furious. She snapped, "Don't come to our house looking for trouble. It's Isabella who caused all this mess. It's bad enough she dragged us into it, and now you're here to spread lies. Which eye of yours saw us kick her out?"

"If you didn't kick her out, why would Isabella leave a cushy life behind? You promised not to mistreat her and to cure Oliver's illness. If you didn't kick her out, then where are they now?" Donna fired back, sharp as ever.

George stayed calm, sitting there like he was just a spectator.

"You call yourself a parent? Your own daughter doesn't even feel the need to tell you where she's going. How much of a failure is that?" Thalia mocked.

Clara couldn't stand Thalia's superior attitude and really wanted to argue with her. "Thalia, this is a matter between the Spencers and the Jones. It's not your place to comment."

Thalia, spoiled and arrogant since childhood, saw Clara as nothing more than a lowly person and couldn't stand being lectured by her.

She walked straight up to Clara and slapped her hard. "Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?"

Clara staggered from the slap, hurriedly supported by Donna. Donna shouted, "Thalia, how dare you hit Clara? I'll tear you apart."

The scene turned chaotic.

When Isabella walked in, she saw the women fighting and shouted, "All of you, stop!"

Everyone in the room turned to look at her.

George also raised his eyes slightly to look at Isabella, not surprised at all that she had come back.

Isabella walked over and first looked at Lucas, asking, "What are you doing here?"

"You have the nerve to ask. You were kicked out by the Spencer family, and you didn't tell me? Let me tell you, I'm here to seek justice for you."

Isabella sneered. "Seek justice? How do you know I was kicked out? Even if I was, I don't need you to seek justice for me."

"If they didn't kick you out, why did you get a divorce? Are you an idiot?" Lucas scolded angrily.

"Yes, I'm an idiot. Now leave with Donna and Clara." Isabella ordered them to leave.