Chapter 88 Forget Everything

But this kid was a blessing, and Isabella knew she had to raise him right.

"Mrs. Spencer, Mr. Spencer left a will, and there's something in it for you. When's a good time for you to check it out?" Caleb asked.

Isabella shook her head, "No need, I'll take care of myself and our child. He'll definitely watch over us."

Caleb was taken aback.

Isabella looked down and touched her belly, "Yeah, I'm pregnant."

"If Mr. Spencer were still here, he'd be over the moon." Caleb said, thinking how unpredictable life could be.

"Caleb, don't tell Patricia about my pregnancy. She's old, and losing her son is already too much. Please, take good care of her." Isabella said.

Caleb got it. Even if Isabella hadn't asked, he would've done it anyway.

"Don't worry, I'll look after Patricia as best as I can."

"Good."

Caleb went back to Stellar City, and Isabella picked a sunny day to meet with Marlowe.

When they met, Marlowe was heartbroken seeing how thin Isabella had become. She held Isabella's hand, almost choking up, "I don't know how to comfort you, but don't be too sad."

Isabella gave a bitter smile, "Marlowe, I came to ask you for a favor."

"What is it? Just tell me."

"I want to leave Stellaria for a while. I need you to handle the company's stuff and look after Oliver, my brother. Keep me updated on him."

Marlowe, worried something might happen to her, held her hand tightly, "Where are you going? You don't know anyone abroad. Here in Riverside City, I can still take care of you."

"Marlowe, I need a fresh start to forget everything. Don't try to talk me out of it; I've made up my mind." Isabella's thick, curled eyelashes lowered, making her look even more pitiful.

"Alright, I promise. I'll treat Oliver like my own brother and visit him often. If you can't handle living abroad, come back, okay?" Marlowe said, concerned.

"Okay."

Isabella went back to her townhouse and started packing her few belongings.

There wasn't much to miss in this house. If anything, it was the bed she and George had shared.

Isabella gave a bitter smile. That night, George held her and said he loved her. She asked if he said the same to the actresses.

She didn't believe in his love, but he truly loved her.

Isabella picked up the pillow George had slept on and took a deep breath. It no longer carried his scent, as if he had never been there.

She put on the white coat and felt something in the pocket.

It was the wedding ring George had given her. He said if she ever changed her mind and didn't want a divorce, she could wear the ring.

Isabella's eyes welled up as she put the ring on her finger.

She wore it, but he was no longer there.

Dragging her suitcase, Isabella locked the door.

Looking back, she saw Ivan standing not far away.

Isabella's steps halted, and she tightened her grip on the suitcase.

"Isabella," he called her name.

Isabella pursed her lips and didn't respond.

"I heard about what happened to George. Are you okay?" Ivan still had that gentle demeanor but kept a respectful distance.

"I'm fine," Isabella said, looking down, feeling all sorts of emotions.

"I just came to check on you, nothing more. Don't worry." Ivan took a couple of steps back.

In the sunlight, they locked eyes.

"Where are you headed?" Ivan asked.

Isabella replied straight up, "I'm going abroad for a bit. I'll probably come back after the baby is born."

"George's child?" he asked.

Isabella nodded, "Yeah."

"Need any help from me?"

"I've got everything packed. Just visit Maurice for me," Isabella said calmly.

"Isabella, I'm really sorry," Ivan apologized, genuinely ashamed of his past mistakes.

"It's all in the past," Isabella said.

"Are we still family?" he asked.

Isabella gave a faint smile, "We always have been."

Boarding the plane to Rexonia, she looked out the window. She was leaving, and from now on, it would just be her and her unborn child.

Isabella leaned back and put on her eye mask. A contractual marriage had cost her half her life.

'George, how could you leave me?' she thought.

After settling in Rexonia, the first thing Isabella did was enroll in a language class. To get by in this country, learning the language was a must.

She had already planned to learn the language during her pregnancy. Once she was fluent, she’d look for a job as a language teacher. But first, she needed to get a teaching certificate.

Her schedule was packed.

That way, she wouldn't have time to overthink.

When she didn't have classes, Isabella would take her sketchbook to the park to draw. Sometimes she drew birds, sometimes kids playing, and sometimes couples arguing and crying.

In the blossoming spring, Isabella was three months pregnant.

She was so focused on her drawing that she didn't notice a man standing behind her. The man, wearing silver-framed glasses, seemed to know a lot about art and was watching intently.

After finishing her drawing, Isabella stretched and accidentally touched the man's clothes. She quickly turned around to apologize, but the man spoke first, "Your drawing style is very similar to the art department at Stellar University. Am I right?"

Isabella was a bit surprised. She looked at the man, "How do you know?"

"Because I also graduated from the art department at Stellar University," he smiled, walked around the bench, and sat next to Isabella. "We probably had the same teacher, Dylan Brooks."

Isabella was surprised to meet an alumnus, "You were also Dylan's student?"

"Yeah, my name is Keith Carter. You must be my junior. Can I know your name?" Keith said.

Isabella smiled, "How do you know I'm your junior? What if I'm your senior?"

"You look like you're in your early twenties. If you're my senior, then I'm really in trouble," Keith laughed heartily.

"My name is Isabella Neville," she introduced herself.

"Are you here as an exchange student?" he asked.

Isabella shook her head, "No."

"Then are you here for a vacation?"

Isabella shook her head again, "No."

"Don't tell me you ran away from home?" Keith looked at her like she was being unreasonable.

Isabella couldn't help but laugh, "I'm here to live and learn the language of Rexonia."

"Alone?" Keith said.