Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 26

He maintained only a superficial bond of kinship.

When she called him for dinner, he would always agree to come.

But his attitude was cold. He was a man of few words to begin with, and after the marriage, he spoke even less.

As for the hardships Isabel had endured over those six years, his grandmother knew all about them without needing to ask.

But there was only so much she could do.

Love needed an opportunity, but it couldn't be forced.

If Isabel ever decided to give up, she would support her.

Finally, the call ended in silence.

“Dad, was that great-grandma?” Oliver asked.

“Yes.” Adrian put his phone down. “She wants us to come over for dinner.”

Oliver was pleased. The Blackwell family was always nice to him, and it was a chance to eat extra snacks without his mom watching over him.

Thinking of Isabel made him angry, yet he still wished she would come back.

Martha's cooking was similar to his mother's, and he didn't feel sick after eating it, but something was missing.

His mom was strict, but without her, the house felt cold and empty.

Fortunately, Auntie Selena could keep him company now that her work was done.

“Martha,” Adrian instructed directly, “Call her and let her know.”

Isabel had blocked his number.

Martha complied, sending a message to Isabel.

Isabel replied with a simple confirmation.

When the weekend arrived, she bought some gifts and took a car to the Blackwell family estate.

The entire Blackwell clan was present today, and the living room was filled with the sound of conversation.

The moment she walked in, the room fell silent.

She was used to it.

With the exception of old Mrs. Blackwell, the family resented her for using her heart condition to force the marriage.

Among them, Adrian’s mother, her mother-in-law Mrs. Blackwell, was the most resentful.

Every month, on the pretext of sending her to Holy Trinity Cathedral to pray for Adrian and Oliver's well-being, Victoria would actually force her to kneel and fast for a day.

The good luck charms she brought back each month were promptly thrown away by the father and son.

“Isabel, come sit by Grandma.”

Isabel walked over, deliberately choosing the seat to old Mrs. Blackwell’s right to prevent her from grabbing her injured right hand.

But then she reconsidered. If Adrian had accused her of tattling, then old Mrs. Blackwell must already know about the snowstorm and her surgery.

Her precaution was probably pointless.

But since she was already seated, she let it be.

“Why did you bring gifts? Don’t do this again.”

Isabel said, “They’re not expensive, just some health supplements for you. I can’t visit often, so please take care of yourself. The most important thing is to stay happy.”

“I will.”

Old Mrs. Blackwell took her hand, feeling nothing unusual.

She didn’t comment on it, instead asking about her new job.

She didn’t even ask why Isabel hadn't arrived with Adrian and Oliver.

Just as Isabel opened her mouth to reply, a bright, childish voice cut her off.

“Great-grandma!”