Chapter 76 Not Deserving
A furrow creased Isabella's brow, a fleeting shadow of anxiety flickering across her eyes.
As Ava's finger hovered over the screen, poised to dial Alexander's number, she remarked, "Unless I'm mistaken, he must have instructed you to keep his accident a secret from everyone, myself included."
Without a moment's hesitation, she began to dial Alexander's number.
A pallor washed over Isabella's face. With a swift, hasty movement, she reached out to snatch the phone from Ava, ending the call before it could connect and returning the screen to its home page.
"Miss Harrington," Ava said, reclaiming her phone, "I thought you were confident."
"Alex is likely preoccupied at the moment. We shouldn't burden him with such trivial matters. It would only add to his worries," Isabella replied, her voice trembling slightly as she scrambled for an excuse.
Ava's suspicions were confirmed. Alexander had indeed forbidden Isabella from disclosing the accident to anyone, a secret she had kept even from his own mother.
"Miss Harrington, I believe you're mistaken. It's your actions that are causing him unnecessary trouble. What purpose do your sneaky maneuvers serve?"
"Sneaky? Me?" Isabella's fists clenched in anger. "What are you insinuating, Ava?"
"Try not to get too worked up. With only one lung and a weak heart, it would be unfortunate if you fell ill from stress. I wouldn't want you blaming me," Ava retorted, her tone laced with mockery.
Isabella seethed in silence. She had always dismissed Ava as a simple-minded woman, but her sharp retorts proved otherwise.
"Ava, remember your roots. If it weren't for your parents' unexpected heroism, you'd likely be working in a factory right now. Do you truly believe you're worthy of my company?"
"They didn't become heroes by accident. They saved numerous lives!" Ava snapped, her parents being her Achilles' heel.
"They were trapped and had no choice but to help. If they could have escaped, do you really think they would have bothered saving anyone? What could a couple of low-ranking employees possibly achieve?"
With a sudden splash, Ava grabbed the glass of water before her and threw its contents in Isabella's face.
"Ah!" Isabella shrieked, "Have you lost your mind? How dare you do this to me! By what right?"
"And what if I did? What makes you so superior, Isabella? Why am I unworthy of your company? Do you truly believe you're so noble? Here's a reality check for you—you're a hypocrite!"
"I... I'm going to tell Alex, you'll regret this!"Isabella trembled with rage.
"Go ahead, tell him. Record your pitiful face and show him. Twist the story however you like! But let me warn you, don't you dare mention my parents again, and stop pretending to be noble. You're nothing more than a lump of mud wrapped in gold foil, skilled only at putting on a show and deceiving the gullible!"
Ava was no pushover. She didn't typically allow herself to be bullied. She often chose to keep a low profile to avoid unnecessary confrontations.
She tried to downplay situations whenever possible, but that didn't mean she was a pushover. When provoked, she wouldn't hesitate to stand her ground.
For a moment, Isabella was silenced by Ava's words, rendered speechless.
Finally regaining her composure, Isabella retorted defiantly, "Alex still loves me! And you? What do you have, Ava? His heart? The title of Mrs. Mitchell? You have nothing. You're a discarded woman who lost her husband's love, abandoned by him! What does your decade with him mean compared to my five years?"
