Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 133

Old Mr. Foster arrived with the test results.

All of old Mrs. Blackwell's vitals were normal.

The wear and tear of old age was unavoidable, of course.

But her organ function had improved significantly.

Based on the current data, she would at least no longer be bedridden, unable to eat or even open her eyes.

Isabel breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Mr. Foster then told her, "The tests on Selena's end are quite similar to what you're looking into. I can't get too involved, unfortunately. It's impossible to avoid Adrian, and if he gets suspicious, it won't be good for you. So, Isabel, this is as far as I can go."

"Thank you, Mr. Foster," Isabel said. "You don't need to apologize. You've done more than enough for me. I'll handle the rest myself."

After hanging up with Mr. Foster, she immediately called Julian.

"Julian, any news on that thing I asked you to do?"

A distinct click came through the line, likely Julian lighting a cigarette.

"Sweetheart, I nearly got myself killed for you."

Isabel was confused. "What do you mean?"

Julian didn't mention being cornered and chased recently.

By his enemies, and by Adrian.

Heh.

He knew it wouldn't be that simple.

But that's what made it interesting, wasn't it?

"Are you divorced yet? I've been waiting so long the flowers have wilted."

Isabel was in no mood for jokes. "Just tell me first, what exactly did Selena do abroad?"

Julian deliberately evaded the question. "That's a big secret. I can only tell my wife, the one on my marriage certificate. So, sorry, sweetheart."

Only then did Isabel notice something was off. "Are you hurt?"

His voice had a faint weakness that the smoke couldn't quite cover.

Coupled with his earlier comment about 'nearly getting killed,' it was highly likely he was injured.

"Getting hurt is like grabbing a bite to eat for me. Anyway, that's enough. I've got things to do. Remember, if your next call isn't to tell me you're divorced, I'm not picking up."

"Wait..."

Before Isabel could finish, he hung up.

She rubbed her temples.

Still, his words contained a clue.

If it was a 'big secret.'

Mrs. Blackwell hemmed and hawed. "What's the rush?"

Her tone was sharp.

Adrian hadn't answered her questions last time either; he'd just warned her.

Then he'd buried her in so much work she had absolutely no time to interfere with his and Isabel's divorce.

She was already in a foul mood, and now Isabel was pushing her.

"You're the one who forced this marriage, and now you're the one in a hurry to end it."

"..."

Seriously, what was wrong with this mother and son?

Mrs. Blackwell had promised to handle the divorce.

An entire month had passed, more than enough time for the cooling-off period.

What was wrong with her asking?

It's not like she was calling the day after signing the papers.

Isabel's tone turned cold and hard. "You'd better hurry up, Mrs. Blackwell. My patience is limited."

Mrs. Blackwell hung up on her.