Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 128

Without giving Isabel another chance to speak, he ducked into the car and drove away.

“Adrian!”

Isabel took two steps after the car, her cheeks puffed with anger.

In the end, he still believed she was the one who didn’t want the divorce, that she was just causing a scene.

She had never felt so wronged.

But then she remembered something more important and pushed the frustration aside.

She couldn’t reach Dylan, so she called old Mr. Foster instead.

Since Dylan was friends with Dr. Lawson, old Mr. Foster would surely have connections who could find something out.

“Mr. Foster, I need to tell you something...”

She lowered her voice and explained the situation.

Old Mr. Foster replied, “I’m not sure I can do anything if Adrian is involved, but I can try. If a drug is being administered without proper testing, that is definitely a violation. Wait for my call.”

Isabel put her phone away, intending to prepare some food for old Mrs. Blackwell.

As she turned, she saw someone standing under the eaves.

She paused for only a moment before trying to walk past.

Mrs. Blackwell blocked her path. “You and Adrian still aren’t divorced?”

Isabel ignored the question about the recent events. Instead, she asked, “Do you have a way to make it happen, Mrs. Blackwell?”

Mrs. Blackwell was clearly provoked. “What kind of attitude is that? Have you forgotten what you so confidently promised? Or have you changed your mind and decided you don’t want to leave after all?”

“I want the divorce,” Isabel stated clearly. “That’s why I’m asking if you have a way to expedite it.”

Mrs. Blackwell seemed skeptical. Isabel added, “I’ll sign an agreement. I don’t want any assets, and I don’t want custody of the children. I just want a divorce.”

That was all Mrs. Blackwell needed to hear.

She had been worried Isabel would make a scene and that Adrian would have to give her a hefty settlement.

It wasn’t that the Blackwell family couldn’t afford it.

But their reputation had to be protected.

It was hard to believe she was the daughter of Adrian’s older brother.

Given Alexander Blackwell’s profession, his family was expected to maintain a low profile.

Creating a scandal was never a good idea.

But Sophie was so brazen that it seemed no one dared to say anything to her.

After all, in Westbridge, the Blackwell family called the shots.

“Didn’t get enough of our argument earlier? Are you waiting here to continue it?”

Isabel spoke first. “Because I don’t have time. You’ll have to excuse me.”

Sophie was a powder keg, ready to explode without a spark. Isabel had just lit a match.

“Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?!”

“Isabel, aren’t you pathetic? Using your own mother’s heart to blackmail a man who doesn’t love you into marriage. Look at you now, a washed-up housewife. You’re not even worthy of polishing Auntie Selena’s shoes!”

Isabel smiled. “It doesn’t matter how your uncle and I got married. I am his legal wife. And Selena, no matter how wonderful she is, is just the other woman, a mistress who can’t be seen in public. Why don’t you go shout that from the rooftops? I’d love to ask everyone, since when does the mistress get to trample all over the wife?”