After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 1125

"I trust you implicitly. I won't interfere if you don't want me to. My girlfriend is a force of nature. Barbara never stops raving about you to Salome. Even Salome says you're a woman destined for greatness."

Harold wanted to help her, but he respected her boundaries and knew she needed the space to sharpen her instincts.

To conquer the business world, you had to dive into the trenches and build your own armor.

If he fought all her battles, she'd never learn how to win on her own.

"Salome just adores her eldest grandson," Isabella teased. "She only says those things because she knows you like me."

In her past life, Isabella felt she had been entirely cursed, devoid of any luck or greatness.

She had married into a top-tier billionaire family, only to suffer endlessly and die penniless, without even a place to call home.

It was only in this life—after cutting Ethan out entirely—that her world had begun to bloom.

Perhaps Ethan had been a black hole, swallowing all her good fortune.

The moment she escaped him, her luck had returned in full force.

"That's not entirely true," Harold smiled warmly. "My grandmother genuinely adores you and respects you for who you are."

"Should we stop and buy a gift basket?" he asked.

"For her? Absolutely not," Isabella scoffed. "I wouldn't waste a single dime. Besides, do you really think she'd dare eat anything I brought her? She'd probably toss it in the trash before we even hit the elevator."

"I'm not exactly swimming in extra cash, and I'm definitely not throwing it away on her. I've been working all day, and I'm visiting her at this ungodly hour. That's more grace than she deserves."

Isabella would never admit out loud that she was purely there to revel in Natalie's misery.

She was far too kindhearted a person to kick someone while they were down.

If Natalie heard that, she would likely grind her teeth to dust: Get the hell out! No one asked you to be here!

Harold laughed out loud. "I love it."

He had been half-worried she was going to play the polite guest.

The hospital wasn't far, and with the midnight traffic nonexistent, they arrived in record time.

They had come empty-handed, save for a small clutch purse dangling from Isabella's wrist.

Harold stood close beside her, their fingers intertwined. The blatant, effortless intimacy between them made Jordan's blood boil.

"What are you doing here at this hour?" Jordan demanded, his tone clipped.

"I heard my sister-in-law had a terrible accident. No matter how late it is, I had to come see her."

Jordan's mouth twitched.

"Isabella, if you're here to laugh at us, just say it. You barely ever called her your sister-in-law before. Using it now is just a cheap shot."

"You're absolutely right. I am here to laugh at you. Can I come in and start gloating now?"

Jordan was utterly speechless.

No wonder Natalie hated her so fiercely. This woman had completely transformed. She was razor-sharp, unapologetic, and knew exactly how to twist the knife.