Chapter 381 Isabella's Intentions Revealed
Isabella had realized divorce was a hassle; she was alright with what she had right now.
She could take all the marital property, and James couldn't do anything about it.
She could get back at James for his betrayal.
Given James' health, he wouldn't last long. Once he died, she'd inherit everything.
Having James' money was great.
As for his parents, they weren't her problem, and she didn't have to support them.
Seeing James so angry he couldn't speak, Isabella felt pleased.
Just as James was about to curse, a foul smell filled the air.
He had lost control of his bowels and bladder, soiling the bed.
Isabella covered her nose in disgust. "Serves you right."
James' dignity was shattered.
He felt so ashamed and angry he wanted to bash his head against the wall.
A healthy man suddenly paralyzed and incontinent—this blow to his dignity was worse than death.
Isabella turned away in disgust and left the ward. She told James' parents, who were outside, "Go in, your son soiled his pants."
Then she left with her people.
Seeing James in such a state, his parents were heartbroken but also disgusted.
Barry never dealt with James' excrement, and Ava, having lived a pampered life, couldn't handle it either, so they hired a caregiver.
His parents' disdain crushed James.
Even the caregiver, an outsider, was disdainful.
Barry and Ava waited outside while the caregiver, wearing a mask, cleaned James roughly. James closed his eyes, not daring to look at the caregiver's disdainful expression.
As for his mistresses, they stayed far away upon hearing James was paralyzed.
James was now useless; he couldn't fight Isabella. Even the police looked into the case, they would conclude it was an accident.
And Isabella, as James' wife, was willing to care for him, so the police wouldn't pursue her further.
Isabella was now living comfortably, almost like a widow. After leaving the hospital, she bought a thank-you gift and went to Visionary Futures.
At the company lobby, the receptionist asked, "Do you have an appointment?"
Isabella shook her head. "No, but I know Mr. Flores, really."
The receptionist smiled. "Sorry, I can't let you go up then."
The receptionist sat back down.
Isabella had no choice but to call Fiorello. She overheard the receptionist mocking with another, "Every day, women come looking for Mr. Flores, all claiming to know him. Their intentions are obvious."
The other receptionist glanced at Isabella and laughed. "Of course, I've heard all kinds of excuses. Trying to mess around with Mr. Flores, but she's so old, still trying to climb up to him."
In her early thirties, Isabella couldn't compare to girls in their twenties.
"Mr. Flores' wife is much prettier than her. I don't know what she's thinking, overestimating herself."
"Yeah, Mr. Flores is married, yet so many shameless women still try to seduce him."
Listening to their conversation, Isabella's face turned red with anger and shame.
She wanted to argue but knew she was in the wrong.
Her exposed intentions made her feel deeply ashamed.
Unable to get in and humiliated, Isabella clenched her fists and left with the thank-you gift.
Just as she reached the company entrance, she ran into Holden returning from outside.
Isabella quickly called out, "Hello, I'm Maggie's cousin. I'm here to thank Fiorello for helping me the other day. Is Fiorello in the company?"
Holden recognized Isabella and smiled. "I know, you're Isabella. You're looking for Fiorello? He's in the company. Come with me."
"Okay, thank you." Isabella, carrying the thank-you gift, followed Holden.
Fiorello had just finished a meeting with several executives and was walking out of the conference room when he saw Holden bringing Isabella over.
Fiorello, followed by a group of executives and Steven, exuded an intimidating aura and had a cold expression that made people fear him.
Isabella's heart skipped a beat. Carrying the thank-you gift, she stepped forward, but before she could speak, Fiorello said to Holden, "Come with me."
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