Chapter 1018 Choices
Leon felt a sting from those words. He glanced at Isabella, then shoved his hands into his pockets and looked away, muttering, "If that's how you see it, I can't change your mind."
Isabella stared at him, shocked. "So you're admitting it?"
"That's your conclusion, not mine. I haven't admitted to anything. Milo and the others are here; I don't want to argue." Leon's face was calm and collected, a stark contrast to Isabella's distress.
His calm demeanor unnerved Isabella. He seemed different today, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
"Me neither," Isabella said, turning away.
She went back to her seat, forcing a smile as she took Milo from Susan. "I'll take him."
Susan, knowing Isabella too well, saw right through her. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Isabella replied flatly, giving Milo some water and focusing all her attention on him, staying silent.
While tending to Milo, her mind was a mess.
Leon’s attitude had been so negative. Realizing she might have been too hasty, Isabella felt lost about what to do next.
Leon returned just then.
Susan and Seb exchanged glances, sensing the tension between the two.
They were about to say something to lighten the mood when a voice interrupted.
"Leon, there you are!" A tall woman in a fuchsia business suit walked in.
Isabella frowned at the sight of her.
Susan and Seb felt a sense of dread.
Leon’s face turned icy when he saw Bronte, clearly annoyed.
"Oh, Mr. Johnson, having a get-together? Sorry to intrude!" Bronte beamed, her sharp eyes flicking over to Isabella.
"What do you want?" Leon asked, irritated.
Bronte quickly said, "It's about the big project. Johnson Corporation hit a snag, and everyone’s at the office waiting for you to make a call. Even Royce couldn’t find you. Someone saw your car here, so I took a chance, and here you are!"
Isabella’s eyes were glued to Leon and Bronte.
Bronte’s fuchsia suit was hard to miss, her long curly hair perfectly styled, big hoop earrings, and a strong perfume. Claiming she was here for a project issue, Isabella was skeptical.
Leon glanced at Isabella, clearly torn.
Sensing his hesitation, Bronte pressed on, "Mr. Johnson, it's the weekend, but the team’s working overtime. We’ve hit a critical issue, and no one dares to decide without you!"
Bronte wasdetermined to drag Leon away, but Isabella didn’t believe the project excuse; she knew Bronte just wanted to stir things up.
Susan got the gist and shot back at Bronte, "Ms. Langley, as the VP, can't you handle this? We're having a family gathering; don't ruin it!"
Bronte, unfazed, replied, "Mrs. Anderson, this project is crucial for Johnson Corporation's future. Only Mr. Johnson can make the final call!"
Susan was about to argue, but Seb squeezed her hand and said to Bronte, "Mr. Johnson knows the situation now, but he needs to eat. Why don't you head back, and he'll join you shortly?"
Bronte wasn't backing down. She smiled and said, "I'll wait here. Looks like Mr. Johnson is almost done eating."
With that, Bronte stepped back and stood next to Leon, staying silent.
Susan was about to lose it, but Seb held her hand tighter, shaking his head.
Seb's message was clear: their interference wouldn't help. It was up to Leon.
Susan looked at Leon's blank face, feeling anxious.
Isabella glanced at Bronte beside Leon, then turned her attention to Milo in her arms.
She knew Bronte was here to provoke her, to see her break. But today, only Leon could stand up for her.
Isabella vowed, 'If Leon stays and stands up for me, I'll forgive him and trust him again. If he leaves with Bronte, I'll give up on this relationship and marriage. Because if his heart isn't with me, there's no point in holding on.'
The room fell silent. Leon glanced at Isabella and Milo, then turned to Seb and said, "The company's matters come first. I'll leave now."
Isabella's heart sank.
"Leon..." Seb started, but Leon cut him off, "Please take Isabella and Milo home."
Susan, fuming, snapped, "If you care, you should take them home yourself!"
Leon stood up, and Bronte's eyes gleamed with victory.
Isabella clenched her fist, fighting back tears. She told herself, 'I can't cry now. I can't let them see me break.'
She raised her eyes, her sorrowful and sharp gaze meeting Leon's, and said, "Susan, don't force him. He's made his choice."
"Isabella." Susan saw the determination in Isabella's eyes, and it scared her.
Leon noticed the pain in Isabella's eyes and the double meaning in her words, and his brows furrowed.
Bronte stepped forward and took Leon's arm. "Mr. Johnson, let's go?"
Leon’s mind was on Isabella, and he didn't respond to Bronte.
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