Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 126

“I’m not just living for myself anymore. I’m living for her mother, too.”

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Isabel had no idea what happened after she left.

After washing the dishes, she returned to old Mrs. Blackwell’s side.

“I just called old Mr. Reed,” she said softly. “It’s not convenient for him to come here, but I can go to him. I’ll get a prescription, and we can prepare a special remedy for you. I’ve also learned some new techniques that, combined with my own research, I’m sure will help you get better.”

Old Mrs. Blackwell nodded. “Thank you for the trouble.”

Then she added, “I’m going to sleep now.”

“Of course.”

*

Isabel drove to Westwood that very night, carrying old Mrs. Blackwell’s medical records.

After reviewing them, old Mr. Reed said, “It’s too late. I wouldn’t recommend any more medication. If the dosage is too strong, it could actually accelerate her decline.”

“What about stimulating her organ function?” Isabel asked desperately.

Old Mr. Reed stroked his beard. “If you had started your research earlier, your Y-2 formula might have been useful. But now... she doesn’t have that kind of time. Even trying to boost organ activity to slow the decay is a lost cause.”

Isabel’s eyes instantly turned red.

A storm of emotions raged inside her.

Her lips trembled, but she couldn’t find any words to say.

Seeing her distress, old Mr. Reed sighed. “You studied with me for a while, so you know the basics of massage. I’ll teach you a few more advanced techniques. Go back and try them.”

Isabel stayed there for a week.

She video-called every day to check on old Mrs. Blackwell’s condition.

“I’m so sorry, Grandma. I said I’d stay with you. Just wait a little longer, I’m coming back right now.”

She had completely forgotten about finalizing the divorce.

It wasn’t until she returned to the Blackwell family estate and saw Adrian that she remembered.

She had no idea when he had gotten back.

Even Adrian’s niece, who hadn’t been at the last family dinner, was present.

She had always looked down on Isabel, and now, as a rebellious teenager, she directed all her misplaced anger at her.

“Auntie Selena has a Ph.D. in pharmacology! Developing some little drug is a piece of cake for her!”

In the past, Isabel would have ignored such comments.

When she had loved Adrian, she had silently endured Sophie Blackwell’s sharp tongue and disdainful glares.

But things were different now. No one could yell at her without consequence.

“Your uncle and I aren’t divorced yet. How dutiful of you, going around confirming his affair for everyone to hear.”

“You!” Sophie was stunned that Isabel had talked back. She had heard they were getting a divorce, but she assumed Adrian was the one in control. She had always despised women like Isabel, who had nothing but a pretty face and relied on dirty tricks.

But before she could lash out, Isabel spoke again.

“Your great-grandmother is in pain. Are you trying to send her off faster with all your shouting?”

“...”