Chapter 397 Thank You, But No Need
"Thank you, but no need." Alexander glanced at the hand gripping his arm, swiftly withdrew it with force, and declined. He walked out quickly.
Isabella's heart ached. 'Does he personally go to buy such private feminine products for Victoria?'
She had been waiting for him early in the morning. She thought that if he saw her, even if he wasn't overjoyed, he wouldn't be so indifferent.
Isabella now dislikes Victoria even more. 'That woman actually makes a man buy sanitary pads for her. Can't she order delivery instead? How can Alexander, the proud son of heaven, have fallen to the point of buying sanitary pads for a woman? And that woman is his wife. Shouldn't a wife consider her husband's feelings and avoid making him feel embarrassed? But Victoria does just that. She is truly a vulgar woman who is not worthy of Alexander. They will definitely divorce, definitely.'
Isabella thought for a moment and immediately pulled out her phone. "Where is he now? Tell him to come back."
After saying that, Isabella hung up the phone and then went back.
The two staff members at the service desk found Isabella strange. They heard she was sick, but she seemed energetic.
She often stood downstairs, and they seemed to confirm that she was indeed waiting for the owner of the top floor.
Isabella stood in the elevator, suddenly feeling resentful towards Victoria. She used to be able to go straight to the top floor, but ever since Victoria moved in, she couldn't anymore.
Why did that girl deserve all this?
I never heard of someone's life improving on several levels immediately after their parents' deaths.
Even if she was raped, she could still bounce back. How did she do it?
Isabella couldn't understand. She even tried to press a string of numbers, but she didn't dare.
Alexander still had some friendship with her from their childhood, all because the man who raped Victoria hadn't been caught.
If that man were caught, if he implicated her...
Of course, she was confident enough to ensure a man wouldn't dare implicate her.
Standing by the wall, she opened the door and entered, feeling a growing fire in her heart that would not go out for a long time.
Naomi was arranging lilies inside. When she saw Isabella return, she stood up and stared at her. "Why are you back so soon? Did you see Alexander?"
"I do." She walked in quickly and suddenly.
"How does he react when he sees you? Is he happy?" Naomi asked.
"Mom, cut my hair short," Isabella said.
"Why?" Naomi was confused.
"The shorter, the better." Isabella sat on the sofa. Indeed, she yearned to see him again, this time with the face of a dying person. She wanted to see how heartless he could be.
"Isabella, will this really work? What if you cut your hair and Alexander discovers it? What will we do then?" Naomi was worried.
"It won't happen. I will make sure they break up completely before anyone discovers them"
Isabella said.
Her mother didn't know what other plans she had, but shortly after, she brought scissors and stood behind her, combing her hair. "Darling, this way, Mom really feels sorry for you."
"There is no need to feel sorry. If a woman can't even win over the man she likes, then she's not worth pitying."
There was determination, obsession, and even a bit of sickness in Isabella's eyes.
"You're right. You will definitely get what you want. There’s just some hair. It will grow back after being cut."
Naomi combed her hair while talking to her, but then she really put down the comb and started cutting her hair.
"Mom, I will definitely make that girl roll out of his world," Isabella vowed.
"Of course, my dear daughter has that ability," Naomi agreed.
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