Chapter 210 Surrender, There's Really No Way to Deal with Her!
Isabella tilted her head back and downed another large glass. After finishing, she collapsed onto the sofa, her eyes glazed over. Not only was she full, but she was also drunk.
Frederick squinted his handsome eyes and asked her, "Can you still drink?"
"Of course I can! I have the best tolerance. You think you can get me drunk? Impossible! I can drink two more bottles! No, three! Don't believe me? Try it, go get the booze!" As soon as she finished speaking, her head drooped forward. Her forehead hit the coffee table, waking her up again.
She scrunched up her little face and rubbed her forehead, whining like a three-year-old, "Ouch!"
Frederick felt a bit sorry for her, but seeing her silly look, he couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed. Just as he was about to speak, she suddenly turned around and slapped him. "Why did you hit me?"
Frederick was speechless. "I didn't hit you!" Who was hitting whom?
Isabella snapped. "If you didn't hit me, why does it hurt?"
"Just because it hurts, it means I hit you?"
"It's just you and me in the room. If it wasn't you, who else could it be?"
"Couldn't it be that you hit yourself?"
"Impossible! I'm not stupid. How could I hit myself? It must have been you!"
Frederick fell silent. "I..."
"I'm warning you, don't think you can bully me just because I look weak. I can be really fierce!" Saying that, she bared her teeth at him, as if to show how sharp they were.
Frederick rolled his eyes in disdain.
Isabella looked smug as she continued, "Scared, aren't you? My teeth are really sharp!"
Frederick looked at her teeth and thought of the bite marks on his shoulder, his expression softened a bit. "Isabella, let me ask you a question."
"Yeah, go ahead!"
"Are you really Dennis's mother?"
"Yes." She answered without thinking, looking very arrogant.
Frederick's heart raced a bit as he went on, "Then why don't you want to admit it?"
"I did admit it. You just asked me, and I admitted it."
"When you're sober, you never admit it."
"Sober? I'm very sober right now. Oh, I get it, you're asking why I won't admit it in front of Dennis's dad, right?"
"Yeah!"
"Because..." Isabella looked around and motioned for Frederick to come closer. "Come closer, I can't let him hear. If he hears, he'll hit me. He's really fierce!"
Frederick's lips twitched as he sat down next to her.
Isabella leaned into his ear and whispered sneakily, "Because he's a dog."
Frederick's face darkened. "What do you mean?"
"Because he's a dog, so I can't admit it!" said Isabella.
Do these two sentences even relate?
Suppressing his displeasure at being called a dog, he asked her, "What does admitting it have to do with him being a dog?"
"Of course it matters! Because he's a dog, I can't admit it!"
Frederick frowned and glared at her, suppressing his displeasure and asking several more times. She kept repeating the same sentence.
Finally, annoyed, she got upset. "Why can't you understand human language? Are you not human? I've told you several times, Dennis's dad is a dog..."
She seemed to have opened a floodgate, talking nonstop. All the bad words she had learned over the years were used on him.
Frederick couldn't hide his frustration. He got her drunk to get information, but instead, he got nothing useful and was scolded for a long time!
"Can I have a few strands of your hair?" Frederick interrupted her.
As soon as Isabella heard this, she immediately hugged her head, "No!"
"Why not?"
"Because Dennis's dad is a dog!"
Frederick was puzzled. "Even if he's a dog, what does that have to do with me asking for your hair?"
"Because he's a dog, so I can't give you my hair!"
Frederick's face turned dark as he asked, "Isabella, do you even know what you're saying right now?"
She looked at him with wide, round eyes, confidently, "I know! I'm telling you, Dennis's dad is a dog! Why can't you understand?"
Frederick was so angry that his breathing became erratic. "Then let me ask you, who am I?"
"You don't look funny, but rather a bit good-looking!" Isabella tilted her head and mumbled, leaning closer to him, "Huh? Aren't you Dennis? You're my son! Dennis, how did you suddenly grow so big? Aren't you only five years old?"
Isabella was curious and reached out to pinch his face.
Frederick's face darkened, and he instinctively stood up from the sofa. Isabella's body tilted, and she hit the coffee table again.
She bounced up as she exclaimed, "Who? Who hit me?!"
Frederick held his forehead. People can be stupid, but how can someone be as stupid as her? He really couldn't understand! Given the current situation, it was impossible to get any information out of her! He couldn't even believe her so-called admission just now!
Suppressing his frustration, Frederick helped her up. "No one hit you. Go to sleep; it's too late."
Since he couldn't get any information out of her while she was awake and had no chance to pull her hair, he could only wait until she fell asleep. He needed to get her to sleep first.
"No one hit me? Then why does my head hurt?"
"It's all in your imagination. It doesn't actually hurt."
"That's not true! It hurts a lot!"
"It won't hurt when you're asleep."
Frederick, with a dark face, sent her to bed, forcibly covered her with a blanket, and made her sleep. He then returned to the study, lit a cigarette, and smoked in silence. After smoking a few, he felt enough time had passed, and Isabella should be asleep. He got up to find her.
He went to the bedroom, walked to the bed, and turned on the bedside lamp. The dim light cast on Isabella's face made her look even more gentle and beautiful. Frederick looked at her for a few more seconds before calling her, "Isabella."
Isabella didn't respond at all, deeply asleep.
Frederick reached out to pull her hair. Suddenly, the vase on the windowsill fell to the ground with a loud crash. Frederick quickly turned around and turned on the room light, only to see the broken vase but not the culprit.
Dennis heard the noise and rushed in. "What happened?"
Frederick looked around the room and found nothing unusual. He replied, "Nothing, the vase just broke."
Dennis frowned and ran to the bed to check on Isabella. Isabella, due to being drunk, was sleeping deeply and hadn't been woken up.
Dennis thought of something and turned to ask Frederick, "Why is Mommy sleeping in your room?"
Frederick admitted openly, "I gave her my room. I'm sleeping in the study."
"Then why are you not in the study so late and are here with Mommy?" Dennis inquired.
Frederick paused before explaining, "She drank today, so I came to check on her."
Dennis stared at him with an unclear expression for a while. "Daddy, you should go back to sleep. I'll stay with Mommy and take care of her," Dennis said, lifting the blanket and crawling into bed.
Frederick remained silent. He was frustrated but didn't show it. He cleaned up the broken vase, said goodnight to Dennis, turned off the room light, and left.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he turned toward the bathroom. Spotting Isabella’s used toothbrush on the sink, he pressed his lips together, his eyes narrowing. In his preoccupation with the hair, he had overlooked that toothbrushes could also be used for a paternity test.
He collected both Isabella's and Dennis's toothbrushes, replacing them with new ones in their respective toothbrush cups. Donning a fresh set of clothes, he left the house, samples in hand.
From the bedroom windowsill, Blizzard raised its little head, watching Frederick leave the community, coolly flicking its forked tongue.
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