Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 82

Old Mrs. Blackwell was completely taken aback by Adrian's outburst. She seemed to read something into his tone.

“Why haven’t you divorced yet?” she asked. “I remember giving you the divorce agreement before the new year.”

Adrian remained impassive. “Weren’t you the one who told me to give her more compensation? These things take time to process.”

The details of the compensation old Mrs. Blackwell had suggested weren't appropriate to discuss in front of the whole family, so she didn’t press further. “Fine. Handle it as you see fit, but do it quickly.”

Adrian stood up. “I have some work to attend to at the office. Happy birthday, Grandma. Please excuse me.”

Selena also rose quickly. “Grandma, I’ve left your gift in your lounge. Please remember to open it; I’m sure you’ll love it. I’ll drink to your health. Happy birthday! Adrian and I will come back to visit for dinner and a chat when we have time.”

Old Mrs. Blackwell said nothing, simply watching as they left side by side.

She beckoned to Oliver, who had stayed behind. “Come here, my dear grandson.”

Oliver moved to sit with her, and Mr. Blackwell, who had been beside her, made way.

He enthusiastically served his grandson some food. “Eat up. You look like you’ve lost some weight recently.”

“Thank you, Grandpa!” Oliver returned the favor, putting some food on Mr. Blackwell’s plate. “You should eat more too!”

“Yes, yes, of course.” Mr. Blackwell beamed, his face crinkling with joy.

Old Mrs. Blackwell lowered her voice and asked Oliver, “Do you want Selena to be your mommy?”

Oliver liked old Mrs. Blackwell; he could sense who was genuinely kind to him, so he let his guard down.

“Yes! My teacher and Daddy both say that you have to fight for what you want, and maybe you’ll get it.”

*

In old Mrs. Blackwell’s lounge, Isabel changed back into her own clothes, hung the gown up carefully, and left with Dylan.

Since she had driven, Dylan left his car in the underground garage and squeezed into her little Mini. With his tall, long-legged frame, the car felt incredibly cramped.

“You got all that money, why not buy a bigger car?”

“It’s just for getting around,” Isabel said. “I find it easier to park. You’re the one who didn't drive your tank. That thing is huge.”

Dylan laughed. “I wanted to break in your new car. I haven’t had a chance to ride in it since you bought it. It’s not bad, aside from being a little small.”

Isabel was used to his playful banter, so she switched to a serious topic. “Does Selena think she has you wrapped around her little finger already?”