Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 139

Isabel sat in the Blackwell family's car.

She successfully evaded the crowd gathered at the lab entrance.

She arrived at the Blackwell estate and went directly to old Mrs. Blackwell's courtyard.

But Mrs. Blackwell spotted her and blocked her path.

"What on earth are you doing here at a time like this? If the media finds out, do you have any idea what kind of trouble you'll drag the Blackwell family into? You can't afford to take responsibility for that!"

"Leave the Blackwell estate immediately. Don't contact us for the time being, and don't come here. And stay away from Adrian."

Isabel remained composed. "I asked for a divorce almost half a year ago. From winter to summer. May I ask, Mrs. Blackwell, why you promised me you would handle it but have failed to dissolve our marriage? If you had, we wouldn't have to be so worried right now."

"You!"

Mrs. Blackwell was at a loss for words.

After the plagiarism story hit the news, besides threatening Isabel, she had called Adrian, urging him to divorce her immediately.

That way, even if something came out later, they would already be divorced, and no mud would stick to the Blackwell family.

But Adrian had forbidden her from interfering, saying he had his own plans.

She had waited for days.

The online storm hadn't subsided.

Now, there were faint mentions of the Blackwell family.

Although they were linked to Selena.

But if Isabel and Adrian's marriage was exposed.

Not only would the Blackwell family be tainted by the plagiarism scandal, but Selena would also be branded a homewrecker.

That was not something she wanted to see.

And now, she was being confronted by the very person who had caused all this.

Isabel smiled. "I'm fine. But Grandma, I still have things to take care of. Once I'm done, I promise I'll spend lots of time with you, okay?"

"Alright," old Mrs. Blackwell said. "Do whatever you need to do. And don't worry about the Blackwell family. As long as I'm not dead, I'll have your back."

Isabel replied, "Thank you, Grandma."

*

The Bar.

When Isabel arrived, Julian was already drinking.

His purple hair was eye-catching enough, but combined with his unnaturally pale skin and the playful glint in his charming eyes, he exuded a roguish air.

A crowd of women had already gathered around him.

Isabel got closer and heard him rattling off a phone number.

When he got to the last two digits, she realized it was hers.