Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 183

Isabel knew what she was about to say. “How much are you planning to invest?”

Evelyn replied, “Whatever you need.”

“Do you have a gold mine at home or something?”

“Five, actually.”

“...”

Isabel was so speechless she just had to laugh. “Alright, alright.”

Evelyn wrapped an arm around her. “Your girl’s got the funds. Now, about that drug of yours…”

Isabel answered honestly. “My goal has always been to be more accessible than the national hospitals. Getting my drugs covered by insurance would be ideal. Whenever I look for investors, I make it clear that once the funding is secured, I will cover the costs for any families who need my medicine long-term for major illnesses. Do you get it?”

“Of course,” Evelyn said, popping a strawberry into Isabel’s mouth. “Rob the rich to help the poor.”

“...”

That was one way to put it.

Isabel clarified, “Not exactly. I provide benefits to the wealthy investors, too. It’s just that if I partner with typical capitalists, the price of the medicine will inevitably be sky-high because they need to turn a profit. But so many people are struggling, already tortured by their illness, and then they can’t even afford the cure. If that happens, my work becomes meaningless.”

“Do you really need to explain all this to me?” Evelyn fed herself a strawberry. “What’s our relationship? Of course I understand you.” She added, “My investment is for you, first and foremost. I’m not like your ex-husband, that stinking capitalist. You can trust me.”

Isabel did trust her, but business was business. “I’ll reserve two of my best pills for you. You invest a hundred million, and we’ll have a deal. If you’re looking for distribution rights, though, I can’t give you those.”

Evelyn agreed without a second thought. “That’s a small matter.”

“Why the sudden apology?” Evelyn asked, confused.

“For cutting you off after I got married. I was worried that after all this time apart, our friendship might have faded. I never expected you to treat me just the same as always.”

Evelyn poked her on the forehead with a smile. “Oh, I’m keeping a tally of you ghosting me after getting married and not calling me when you were in trouble. Just you wait, I’m going to get my payback.”

“Okay.”

Julian had prepared a vast selection of gowns. All kinds of styles, from all over the world, seemed to be gathered in this enormous walk-in closet.

Isabel had never been particularly interested in fashion. Her work in the lab demanded comfort, and her life as a mother prioritized convenience. Adrian had never taken her to any galas. Old Mrs. Blackwell, with her poor health, had been a recluse for years and no longer attended such events. As for Adrian’s mother, Mrs. Blackwell, she’d been keen to keep Isabel away from high-society functions, fearing the other wealthy wives would find out who the Blackwell daughter-in-law was and laugh at the family.

As a result, she had absolutely no idea what to pick.