Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 403

Hearing Oliver's words, Mrs. Blackwell felt a wave of dizziness.

She spent all her time worrying about them, and both father and son did nothing but infuriate her.

This was the same boy who used to clamor for Selena to be his mother, and now he was playing the part of the dutiful son.

And then there was Adrian.

He was being utterly ridiculous.

Who deliberately maims their own hand?

"Do you have any idea what's happened to your father?!"

Oliver replied, "Whatever happened to Dad has nothing to do with Mom. Dad is the one who insists on chasing after her, so he has to be prepared to pay a price. Besides, Dad really did hurt Mom in the past. He should be apologizing no matter what."

"And Grandma, this is between them. I don't think you should get involved."

Mrs. Blackwell was so furious she saw black spots before her eyes again. She started trembling, unable to speak.

Isabel walked over and told Oliver to go inside.

Oliver shook his head, worried. "I'll stay here with you, Mom."

"It's fine. Go on."

He still obeyed his mother, heading inside despite his concern.

He didn't go far, though, just stood by the wall, watching.

Isabel turned to Mrs. Blackwell. "You're the renowned Mrs. Blackwell of Westbridge. If people saw you making a scene like this in public, wouldn't you become a laughingstock?"

Mrs. Blackwell was looking for an outlet for her anger. "I was genuinely planning to stay out of your affairs, but you've gone too far. He was wrong in the past, but you're not innocent either."

"He injured your hand, but you never told him how important it was to you. Now that you know how he feels, you goad him into hurting himself. Isabel, you have a truly cruel heart."

Isabel's lips curled into a faint, careless smile. "Isn't it fair? Regardless of the circumstances back then, the fact is my right hand was injured. Now his right hand is injured. An eye for an eye. It's perfectly fair."

"His hand is crippled!" Mrs. Blackwell shrieked, her eyes wide with fury. "It's not the same thing at all!"

Isabel thought Mrs. Blackwell was a pitiful sight, though she certainly didn't need her pity. She said slowly, "But what's the point of coming to me? His hand is already ruined. All I can say is, he deserved it."

"You—"

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