Chapter 88

The thought had just emerged when Isabella cut it off.

Not to mention that with Michael's power, this little matter wouldn't even require his team of lawyers.

If this matter got out, she would be the first to suffer.

Michael might not care, but she needed to save face.

Indeed, she was too easily swayed. Michael was right about one thing: she did feel comfortable in the latter half of the night.

With a sigh, Stella had already handed the soup to Isabella, who instinctively blocked it. "I don't want it, thank you."

Isabella had just refused when she looked up and saw Michael coming down the stairs.

Michael stood on the stairs, watching Isabella frown as she rejected Stella's kindness. He was about to get angry, but then he thought of her injuries and her pale face, feeling a bit of pity.

He simply walked over, took the bowl from Stella, and forcibly placed it in front of Isabella. "Mom worked hard to make this. Take it."

Isabella only wanted to sneer at Michael's attitude, thinking the mother and son were as unlikable as ever.

Did she have to give face just because Stella made the soup?What about the countless times Stella had trampled on her dignity over the past three years? Why didn't he stand up for her then?

And Stella's hard work, what did that have to do with her? It was not like she forced Stella to make it.

She didn't even look at the soup, stood up straight, and coldly looked at Michael. "I said I don't want it. Don't you understand?"

"Don't forget we've already signed the divorce agreement. So I have no obligation to obey you mom." She didn't want to go against her own will anymore, nor did she want to stay in this house for another minute.

She didn't want to say anything harsher, letting this farce between them end here.

As for Bianca, she would use her own power to find her. Evergreen City wasn't that big; she didn't believe she couldn't find Bianca by searching the whole city.

At this moment, Jesse had already entered the hall with the butler.

He immediately noticed Isabella standing opposite Michael. She looked pale, her hair was messy, and her body was visibly weak.

"Ms. Taylor, are you alright?" Jesse quickly walked over to support the unsteady Isabella. He didn't need her to say much; he could guess what had happened.

Seeing Isabella trustingly hand herself over to Jesse, Michael's eyes turned cold, and he looked at Jesse with hostility.

Jesse didn't care about his reaction; he only felt sorry for Isabella's plight. "Mr. Brown, Ms. Taylor just spent one night at the Brown Villa, and you tortured her like this. You're too much."

"T Wilson Family won't let this go, but right now, I can't wait for them to step in." Jesse turned and threw a punch. He had protected Isabella for over ten years and couldn't let her be bullied like this.

"Jesse!" Isabella called out.

Jesse was the best person Daniel had chosen from thousands. Being an orphan himself, he had always protected Isabella as the most important person under Daniel's instructions.

Now, seeing Isabella bullied by Michael like this, he couldn't hold back.

He moved too quickly, and Isabella was too late to stop him.

But unexpectedly, Michael caught Jesse's punch and twisted his wrist.

For a moment, Michael had the upper hand.

Isabella saw the anger in Michael's eyes.

Enduring the pain in her body, she walked up to the two and ordered, "Jesse, let's go."

Jesse was full of anger, but when he turned and saw Isabella's pale face, he had to withdraw his hand.

He supported Isabella as they walked out. Before leaving, he didn't forget to warn Michael, "Michael, the Wilson Family will take action. You better be ready!"

Isabella got into Jesse's car without looking back.

In the car, Jesse looked at Isabella curled up in the back seat, feeling heartbroken. Thinking about the scene he had witnessed, he wished he could go back and beat Michael up again.

Michael was Isabella's husband, someone she had liked for years. How could he bully her like this?

What kind of miserable life had Isabella been living these past three years?

The more Jesse thought about it, the angrier he got, his face turning blush.

Isabella gently advised, "Jesse, there's no need to fight him. We've already filed for divorce; we won't have any more ties."

In her mind, Jesse had always been a quiet person, only appearing when she needed him.

Even when she was framed by Bianca and sent to the police station, he hadn't been this angry.

This time, he must be really furious.

But she couldn't tell him the truth. Given Jesse's level of protection for her, he would definitely send Michael to the police station. That would really disgrace the Wilson Family and Daniel.

Jesse had no good feelings towards Michael, his chest heaving. "Ms. Taylor, we can't let him off this time. Even if you're divorced, you are still his ex-wife. What he did clearly shows no respect for the Wilson Family!"

Isabella said nothing more.

Michael didn't just disrespect the Wilson Family; he didn't respect her either.

But what made her feel wronged was his unchanging attitude.

Even Stella, upon learning she was a Wilson, had changed her arrogant attitude of three years and spoke to her cautiously.

Only he, from beginning to end, whether she was an ordinary person or a rich lady, never saw her as important.

All in all, it was because he didn't love her that he didn't care.

"Jesse, I don't want to hear his name again. Also, don't tell Atticus and the others about today." Just thinking about Michael made her heart ache.

She really didn't want these things to reach the Wilson Family.

Seeing Isabella's poor complexion, Jesse opened his mouth but swallowed his words, first taking her back to the Garden Villa left by Grace.

After a hot bath, Isabella simply cleaned herself and lay on the bed, not wanting to move.

She had just washed with hot water, and the discomfort had eased a lot, but it still hurt.

Compared to that, she seemed to have forgotten something important, contraception.

Isabella suddenly sat up in bed, ignoring the soreness in her body, and went downstairs to find the medicine in her bag.

The doctor had given her the medicine yesterday, and fearing it wouldn't be enough, she had asked for two boxes. There was still one unopened box.

She had just found the medicine when a white tube of ointment fell out of her bag.

Puzzled, she picked it up and saw it was the same thing Michael had in his hand in the bathroom.

Michael had wanted to apply the ointment for her, but it was still unopened.

Isabella bit her lip. Although she didn't want to accept Michael's kindness, it was unrealistic for her to go out and buy medicine in her current condition.

She was also too embarrassed to ask someone else to buy it for her.

Taking a deep breath, Isabella resignedly opened the ointment and went to the bathroom.

After applying the ointment, the cool sensation relieved most of the pain.

Lying back on the bed, Isabella was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open. But when she turned her head, she saw the box of contraceptive pills on the bedside table.