Chapter 38 She Was Furious
"Alexander, you're such a hypocrite! You say we're still married as long as we're not divorced, but you rushed to be with Isabella. You are the one who wants the divorce, and then you keep blaming me for wanting a divorce, like I'm betraying you.. What right do you have to criticize me?
And yesterday, you called me back, but you weren't even there. Today, you asked me to come over, just to explain things to Isabella. It's ridiculous! You could've explained over the phone, but instead, you made me come all the way here and bring lunch for both of you. Do you know why I put chili in the lunch? Because I thought we were going to eat together!
I like spicy food, but I stopped eating it because you don't like it. Every time I brought you lunch, I came on an empty stomach. I never ate first! I only said I did it to make you feel better. But how did you treat me?"
Ava didn't cry or shout. As she spoke, she became calmer, and venting her frustrations made her feel much better.
The office fell silent. Alexander seemed stunned; he had never seen Ava like this and didn't know about any of this. As his eyes fell on the lunch on the coffee table, he was at a loss for words.
Seeing Alexander's silence, Isabella quickly grabbed his wrist. "Alexander, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. It would be better if I just left."
"Then leave. Why are you still holding his hand?" A deep, authoritative voice suddenly filled the room.
Everyone turned to see a middle-aged man in a sharp suit entering the office. His stern expression and chiseled features hinted at his youthful handsomeness, and he seemed to grow more distinguished with age.
Alexander frowned. "Dad, what are you doing here?"
George Mitchell stepped forward, his tone icy. "Is this company only yours? Can't I come here?"
Since Alexander took over the company, George had been semi-retired, but he still monitored things.
"That's not what I meant," Alexander explained.
"Then what did you mean?"
"Uncle George," Isabella interjected quickly, "Alexander..."
"Don't call me that. Don't try to get close to me," George said, his eyes full of disdain.
Isabella's heart sank. "I'm sorry. It's all my fault."
"If you know it's your fault, why are you still clinging to Alexander's hand? He's married. Don't you have any self-respect?"
George's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp. Isabella, frightened, let go of Alexander's hand, stammering, "I..."
"Dad, if you have an issue, take it up with me. This has nothing to do with Isabella," Alexander said, stepping in front of her protectively.
George pressed on, "If it has nothing to do with her, why is she here? She's not an employee, not your wife, not a client, and not a friend. What right does she have to be in this office?"
"This is my office. I can choose who comes in. If you have nothing else to say..."
"Am I interrupting something?" George cut him off, his eyes cold. "If that's the case, I'll take Ava with me."
George grabbed Ava's wrist, intending to lead her out.
Alexander instinctively held onto Ava. "Hold on."
