Chapter 458

The manager's face went pale at the mention of responsibility.

He quickly bowed his head and apologized, "I'm sorry, Ms. Taylor. This is completely my fault. When Mr. Brown arrived earlier, he seemed really upset, so I asked a few of our hostesses to keep him company. I never thought anyone would try anything inappropriate with him."

As he spoke, the manager shot a disapproving look at the woman in the low-cut top sitting beside Michael.

"Get out! You think you can get close to Mr. Brown? If it weren't for Ms. Taylor's generosity today, you'd be in serious trouble by now."

The manager was itching to throw her out immediately.

Michael was the heir to the Brown Group. If anything happened to him here, the entire bar would be in deep trouble, let alone the manager.

Fortunately, things hadn't escalated to the worst-case scenario. At least, from the current situation, the woman hadn't had the chance to do anything yet.

But the woman wasn't having it.

She pointed directly at Isabella, her face full of sarcasm and smugness.

"Why should I leave? If anyone should go, it's her. Everyone in Evergreen City knows that Isabella and Mr. Brown are divorced. Mr. Brown invited me here tonight. He hasn't asked me to leave, so I'll stay by his side. I'm not like her, thinking she's still Mrs. Brown even after the divorce."

The manager's expression darkened with anger.

He had never seen someone so eager to court disaster!

Isabella had lost her patience to deal with her.

She glanced at the bodyguard behind her, who immediately understood and restrained the woman, leading her away.

"Let go of me! Isabella, you're just relying on being the eldest daughter of the Wilson Family. What else do you have? You married into the Brown Family because of your family's background, but in the end, you still couldn't win a man's love. You're the truly pathetic one!"

"Stop!"

Isabella suddenly turned around at these words, signaling the bodyguard to bring the woman in front of her.

Isabella's gaze was cold as she looked her over.

"My status is something I was born with. It's my asset, and I can use it however I want. What can you do about it? As for a man's love, I can compete for it openly or walk away if I choose. Unlike you, who only knows how to sleep your way to the top. Take my advice - walk away quietly while you still can. Don't force me to destroy you."

With that, Isabella waved her hand, not giving the woman a chance to speak, and had her taken away.

Isabella was here to find Michael, not to argue with others.

The manager and his people also retreated.

The room fell silent.

Isabella looked at Michael, who was lying on the couch, too drunk to open his eyes. She walked over slowly.

As soon as she touched him, he impatiently pushed her away, not even aware of what was happening. He just reached for another drink, not caring who was standing next to him.

"Pour me a drink!"

Hearing Michael's hoarse command, Isabella noticed his glass was empty, and the floor was littered with empty bottles.

All of them were the strongest liquor.

A surge of anger rose within Isabella.

Was he crazy?

He knew he was injured and still drank like this.

When no one poured him a drink, Michael frowned impatiently. "If you won't pour, then get out. Don't just stand there."

Before he finished speaking, he grabbed another bottle and started drinking directly from it.

Isabella's eyes widened.

Without thinking, she stepped forward and snatched the bottle from him, furious. "Michael, are you trying to kill yourself? Do you know how serious your injuries are?"

The doctor had said his worst injury was on his back, with multiple internal injuries from the impact.

He needed to rest properly, or he could suffer long-term consequences.

These injuries were from protecting her. Seeing him disregard his own health like this made Isabella angrier than anyone.

Drunk, Michael didn't recognize who was in front of him.

He just frowned and waved his arm, pushing her away.

Isabella used all her strength to press him back into the couch, looking at him helplessly. "Can you calm down for a moment? You need to go to the hospital."

Worried about Michael's injuries, Isabella held him down with one hand and took out her phone to call the hospital with the other.

But at the mention of the hospital, Michael seemed triggered. He pushed Isabella away, sending her phone clattering to the ground.

This time, Isabella was done playing nice.

She glared at Michael, "Have you had enough? Look at yourself. You're nothing like the man I used to know. If you won't let me help you, then I'm out. I can't do this anymore."

Her words seemed to have a magical effect, successfully calming Michael down.

Michael instinctively looked up, his bleary eyes momentarily clear, staring at the angry Isabella in front of him, thinking he was dreaming.

"Isabella, you're here. Do I have to be drunk to see you?"

Hearing this, Isabella felt a sudden pang in her heart.

What was he doing? They were divorced, and yet here he was, putting on this show of affection. For whose benefit?

Before Isabella could react, Michael's large hand reached out and touched her face naturally.

"Michael, what are you doing?"

Isabella frowned, instinctively stepping back, but Michael's strong hand gripped her waist, holding her in place.

"Let go of me, Michael. Who gave you the right to touch me?"

But Michael seemed not to hear, his hand lingering on her face, as if she were a precious treasure.

Isabella's heart raced despite herself.

Michael's gaze was too intense. She had never seen such raw emotion in his eyes before. He looked at her as if she were his entire world.

But she knew better. Michael didn't love her.

So who was he really seeing?

Bianca?

The thought was unbearable. She shoved him away.

Since she got pregnant, she hadn't had any intimate contact with Michael. Now that he was drunk and mistaking her for someone else, she didn't want to be confused and end up having sex with him.

As she turned to leave, Michael's warm body pressed against her back, his arms wrapping around her.

"Don't go."

"Let me go!"

Isabella struggled, holding back her anger, but Michael only held her tighter. Their bodies pressed together, his warm breath tickling her ear.

"Don't go, Isabella. Don't leave me alone."

At his words, Isabella froze, then slowly turned to face him.

"What did you just say?"