Chapter 83

"About what happened before, it was my fault. I was blinded by outsiders and misunderstood you. Now I see clearly and won't act like that again. From now on, I'll treat you as well as my own daughter. Can you forgive me this once?" Stella's quick change in attitude surprised Isabella.

But with those words, Isabella clearly understood what was going on.

Her true identity had been exposed, and only now did Stella realize who the real heiress was. She was trying to use this opportunity to curry favor with her, hoping to pretend that everything she did before never happened.

Honestly, to secure her position as the hostess of the Brown family, Stella was quite quick to admit her mistakes.

But Isabella wasn't a fool. Stella was delusional if she thought Isabella would forget everything.

Three years of suppression and disdain, and the recent incident, could not be brushed off with a simple apologize.

Isabella couldn't help but sneer. "Mrs. Brown, Michael and I are already in the process of getting a divorce. There's no need for you to say these things to me."

At this point, there was no way she and Michael could be together again. So she wouldn't even bother to look at Stella anymore.

All she wanted now was to corner Michael, find Bianca from him, and settle the matters at hand. Then she would properly settle accounts with him.

Isabella's response was straightforward and blunt, leaving Stella speechless.

She had lowered herself to apologize as an elder, and Isabella didn't even show a bit of gratitude or respect.

Moreover, she had promised to treat her as well as her own daughter in the future.

Who would have thought that Isabella, who used to be treated worse than a servant in the Brown Family, would now dare to confront her publicly?

She wanted to curse back, but thinking of Isabella's current status, Stella could only grit her teeth and swallow her anger.

She silently reminded herself that this was the Wilson Family, which dominated the eastern part of Valoria.

As the heiress of the Wilson Family, it was normal for Isabella to have a bit of a temper.

"Isabella, you and Michael have been married for three years. Any misunderstandings can be cleared up. Why get a divorce?" Stella wasn't angry; instead, she smiled and carefully tried to persuade her.

Isabella sneered inwardly, comparing Stella's current expression with the one she had every time she made things difficult for her over the past three years.

To be honest, she was born actors.

"Isn't my divorce with him exactly what you wanted?" Isabella raised her eyebrows and asked.

After all, she had nothing better to do, and having Stella to chat with was a kind of "fun."

"I never thought that. It's you..." Before Stella could finish her sentence, a loud noise came from the entrance of the hall.

A tall figure strode in, and seeing Michael return, Stella's eyes lit up with joy. She no longer had to apologize to Isabella.

"Michael, you're back just in time. Isabella has been waiting for you. You two should sit down and talk things out. Don't make Isabella angry anymore," Stella said this while giving Michael a look.

But this time, Michael seemed to ignore her, and as he got closer, Stella noticed that Michael looked pale and unwell.

Stella was startled. "Michael, what's wrong with you?"

She scanned Michael and quickly noticed a bloodstain on his cuff. "Oh my, you're bleeding. Where did you go so late and get yourself hurt?"

The blood wasn't Michael's; it was from Bianca when he accidentally scratched her neck during his emotional outburst, staining his cuff.

But he couldn't tell Stella about this.

Michael withdrew his hand and calmly replied, "I'm fine, don't worry."

He headed upstairs.

He had naturally seen Isabella, but after what happened last night and their visit to the court for the divorce today, there wasn't much left to say between them.

Especially knowing that the person she was really waiting for was Nolan, he didn't want to hear anything more from her.

But he underestimated Isabella's determination to find Bianca.

She had cornered him at the Brown Villa; there was no way she would let him slip away now.

So when Stella shouted that Michael was hurt, Isabella immediately walked over to him. Of course, not out of concern for him.

"Michael, did you come back so late just to avoid me?" Isabella had hurried over, wearing only a thin long dress. Despite its simplicity, it had an inexplicable allure on her.

Her slender waist and curvy hips were on full display. Michael, having just made love to her, now saw Isabella deliberately blocking his way, provocatively asking if he was avoiding her.

To him, it was an unspoken invitation.

Last night's sex hadn't fully satisfied him. After all, it was her first sex, and he didn't want to scare her.

But he hadn't expected her to come looking for him at night.

Even though he knew her true purpose, he couldn't help but have other thoughts.

Especially with her slender legs right in front of him, he couldn't help but look away and frown.

His voice was low and hoarse. "What are you doing here?"

Seeing that the atmosphere between them wasn't bad, Stella left on her own. This was exactly what Isabella wanted.

She knew how protective Stella was of Michael. If she mentioned Bianca later and Stella caused a scene, it would be disadvantageous for her.

Isabella took a step up the stairs, blocking Michael's way, and stared at him with her bright eyes. "Michael, don't play dumb!"

She was here to demand Michael hand over Bianca.

Bianca had almost gotten her raped in a nightclub, and she wouldn't feel at ease until she avenged this.

Isabella's angry look had a unique charm in Michael's eyes.

Michael squinted at her, a wicked smile forming on his lips. "Waiting for me late at night, not letting me go back room. Dp you want to continue what we didn't finish last night? Want me to help you relive it?"

At the mention of last night's madness, Isabella was furious.

He knew she had been drugged, yet after making love, he just left, forcing her to go to the hospital for medication.

"Michael, you bastard, how dare you bring up last night!" Isabella's face turned blush with anger, and she raised her hand to slap him, but Michael was quicker, grabbing her wrist.

She tried to move, but his strength was too much for her.

"Already angry? Weren't you quite enjoy last night." Michael raised his eyebrows, using last night's events to provoke her.