Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 75

How did Isabel feel? Honestly, she had braced herself for this.

After Oliver had hurt her time and again for Selena’s sake, her maternal feelings for him had gradually faded.

But to actually hear him call Selena “Mommy” to her face—Selena, the very person who had injured her right hand, the person she was planning to make pay—was like swallowing a fly.

Yet, she felt neither rage nor sorrow.

Old Mrs. Blackwell’s eyes, however, turned sharp.

She leaned over to Isabel and said, “No wonder you didn’t want custody when I gave you the divorce papers last time. I thought you felt you couldn't win the fight and just wanted to divorce Adrian quickly, so you were making a painful sacrifice. After all, a mother and son will always be connected. As long as I’m alive, you’ll always be his mother, free to visit and discipline him. But it turns out he’s gone and accepted an enemy as his mother.”

When Isabel was in labor, suffering from an amniotic fluid embolism and hovering on the brink of death, it was old Mrs. Blackwell who had rushed to the hospital to sign the consent forms.

She had called Adrian countless times, but he never answered.

Isabel had barely escaped with her life, but she had lost the ability to have more children.

Thankfully, Oliver survived. One child was enough.

But she never expected it would come to this.

“In a way, I’m sorry. Adrian was an unexpected child, born after his mother had an IUD inserted. We spoiled him a bit too much, and he’s always been very strong-willed. Although I helped you marry him, I couldn’t force you two to develop feelings for each other and maintain the marriage, which has led us to this point.”

“But a husband is different from a child. You can divorce Adrian, but your child is still yours. Why don’t I help you get custody?”

Isabel shook her head. “Grandma, a five-year-old can choose which parent to live with. Given the current situation, fighting for custody would be useless. It would just create more trouble.”

She hadn't even finalized the divorce with Adrian yet, but she didn't dare tell old Mrs. Blackwell, not wanting to worry her further.

She was afraid Adrian would think she was running to his grandmother to complain again, using the threat of divorce as leverage.

“A child’s bond with their mother is a matter of fate.”

Old Mrs. Blackwell was heartbroken. “If he had no fate with you, would he have survived such a perilous birth?”

Seeing her insistence, old Mrs. Blackwell couldn't say much more.

She had witnessed Isabel’s love for Oliver with her own eyes. The boy’s biological mother had never hit him, never treated him poorly.

And yet he called another woman “Mommy.”

He truly was Adrian’s son.

Their tastes were identical.

For a moment, she didn’t know whether to be pleased that he had Blackwell blood running through his veins.

“Stay with me,” old Mrs. Blackwell said. “I heard you joined a lab recently. There are many influential people here today. I’ll introduce you.”

Isabel didn’t refuse. She had been out of touch with society for six years, after all.

Even though she had developed Y-1, that was six years ago.