Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 628 - 646: A Young Girl’s Feelings Are Always Poetry (9)

Chapter 628: Chapter 646: A Young Girl’s Feelings Are Always Poetry (9)

The sweet words shared between lovers are never enough. Percy Stanton thoroughly enjoyed Isabel Smith’s scolding. Holding her in the bath room, ardently kissing her while breathing heavily, he said, "I can only be a heartless beast with you."

...

After taking a bath, Percy took Isabel to have breakfast and then personally sent her to Smith Corporation’s office building. When getting out of the car, he even teased Isabel for a goodbye kiss, then, with a face full of festive joy, he slowly watched her fade from his sight.

Just the start of the early morning brought Percy so much joy, so he firmly believed that his day would definitely not be terrible.

He waited until Isabel’s figure disappeared before leisurely starting the car to go to the hospital.

...

Ever since Mrs. Smith completely stopped managing the Smith Corporation’s affairs, Isabel became particularly busy. Throughout the morning, she was either in meetings or seeing clients. It wasn’t until 11 o’clock that she had a chance to take a breath.

With a cup of coffee in hand, Isabel sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of her high-level office, looking through the bright window at the outside sky. Her mind was filled with the dream she had last night and the words said by Evelyn Osbert.

Although it had already been several days since she saw Evelyn, whenever she inadvertently thought of her, she could still clearly remember every word she had said.

"Isabel Smith, I won’t tell you whether your child is a boy or a girl, but I can tell you whether your child is alive or dead!"

"Isabel Smith, your child, I killed it! It’s dead.."

"Your child was mine, so I’m the one that let it die!"

As those threatening words echoed in her ears, the hand holding her coffee cup inadvertently tightened and her face lost all its color.

However, Evelyn’s words kept echoing in her ears.

"Hit me, Isabel Smith. If you have the guts, kill me. If you kill me, your child won’t come back. If you kill me, you will have to pay with your life. It might be better this way, everything will be over, and you can accompany your child in the netherworld!"

"Isabel Smith, if you hit me, is it because you don’t believe me or are you afraid? Isabel Smith, you are afraid, right? I tell you, I did not intentionally want to kill your child, it is just that the child did not have the will to live once it left its mother..."

....

The coffee cup in Isabel’s hand fell to the ground and shattered. Her whole body began to tremble.

Evelyn was right.. Isabel was indeed scared, scared that after so much searching, she would accept the truth that her child was dead.

In working days, although she seemed as usual to outsiders, she knew she was on the verge of a breakdown.

Isabel Smith turned around and walked to her office desk. She took out her keys, opened the drawer, saw an ID card, an anonymous package sent to her yesterday, and some other registration information...

The look in Isabel’s eyes suddenly became icy.

Although she didn’t know who sent her the package and what their purpose was, whether it was a friend or a foe, she wouldn’t stall any longer; some things just had to be dealt with decisively.

Now, she had to make a choice.

There is a saying, "opportunity knocks but once".

Such a golden opportunity, she could not afford to miss.

Isabel Smith firmly pursed her lips, her fingers tightly clutching the corner of the office desk. After a long time, she forcefully closed the drawer and locked it again. Then, she picked up the mobile phone on the table and made a phone call to Percy Stanton.