Chapter 48 Truly Unforgivable
When Isabella received a message from the staff at the Rose Garden, she was still out shopping. She was furious.
She wondered, 'What does it mean to divorce when he wants to divorce?
'What if he never wanted to get divorced?!
'Go to hell!'
Isabella put one hand on her waist and the other on her forehead. She cursed silently in her mind.
She didn't think to call the employees at Rose Garden until she arrived at the mall, wanting to inquire about the divorce.
As a result, she found out that she had added the other person's phone number to the blacklist.
She quickly took the initiative to call back.
When she found out that Frederick had contacted her proactively last night and even made plans to meet up today, she was thrilled.
She hadn't expected another plot twist to occur.
She didn't know if Frederick was angry because they failed to contact her last night. She only knew that she was now mad at herself!
If she had gotten the call last night, maybe she could've been single today!
Indeed, drinking alcohol really messed things up!
And it was a big deal!
From the current situation, it seems that the path of pleading with him has been blocked. After all, he just said that if anyone dares to harass him, they will face the consequences!
She calmly told him, "No."
He kept pestering her, but it didn't work.
What should she do to get a divorce from him?
The road to her divorce was indeed full of twists and turns!
"Ah!" Paul, who was in the arcade, suddenly cried out.
He was pushed off the toy motorcycle by a young boy and fell to the ground.
The little boy made a face at Paul and sat on the toy motorcycle, acting particularly bossy.
Justin, the hot-tempered child, would not back down. He walked up and forcefully pushed the little boy, causing him to fall to the ground.
"Who gave you the courage to hit my brother?!" Justin shouted harshly.
The little boy burst into tears on the spot. "Mommy, he hit me."
A wealthy lady not far away hurried over and picked him up. "Oh my, Sulay, my darling. Where does it hurt?"
"My butt hurts."
The lady, feeling both heartbroken and angry, pointed at Justin and scolded, "You little brat, how dare you hit my son? Do you want to die?"
Justin looked up, his expression even fiercer than hers. "You're the little jerk!"
"Do you dare to curse at me again? I will definitely beat you to death today!"
The lady pushed Sulay into the arms of her nanny and reached out to slap Justin. As she prepared to strike, Isabella intervened.
Isabella held Paul in one hand and tightly grabbed the wrist of the wealthy lady with the other.
"What are you doing?!" Isabella questioned.
"What am I doing? He pushed my son, didn't you see that? You're his mother, right? How do you educate your child? He has no manners at all! The recreational facilities here are for everyone to use, so why shouldn't my son be allowed to play?"
Isabella instantly got angry. "Who was the one who started it? My child was playing peacefully, and it was your son who pushed him down first. Whose child lacks manners?"
The lady was so angry that her face turned red. "Do you know who I am? I am Marry Shawn. How dare you talk to me like this?!"
"I don't need to know who you are. I only know we are all human, so I have no reason to indulge you. I'm not your parents! Your son pushed mine first, so the ones in the wrong are you, not us! Dare to touch my son and see what happens," Isabella said, pushing Marry away.
Marry was wearing high heels. She stumbled and almost fell, but thanks to the nanny beside her, she was able to steady herself.
"You dare to push me? Just watch! I'll beat you to death, you jerk!" Marry screamed.
When she was about to start a fight with Isabella, Freya came back from the bathroom. Upon seeing the situation, Freya rolled up her sleeves, ready to brawl.
"Who's the jerk? You're the jerk! You think you're all that just because your family has some money? If you dare to lay a hand on us, you'll see what happens! I'll take you on!" Freya warned.
Isabella and Freya were not easy to bully.
Marry said angrily, "Just you wait!"
She left with her son and the nanny.
Isabella quickly asked Paul, "Paul, are you injured?"
Paul cried and shook his head. "Mom, I'm scared."
Paul was different from Hugo and Justin. He was born timid, had a weak personality, and was particularly prone to crying.
"Okay, you don't need to be afraid. Freya and I have already chased away the bad guys. Does your bottom still hurt?"
"It hurts."
"I'll give you a massage then."
Freya coaxed him, "Paul, there's a place selling milkshakes over there, sweet ones. Do you want me to take you there to buy one?"
Paul blinked, feeling a bit flustered. When Freya tried to hug him, he held onto Isabella's neck and refused to let go.
Although Paul knew that Freya was Isabella's good friend but as they had limited contact, so he still relied more on Isabella.
Especially when he had just been wronged, he was even more unwilling to separate from Isabella.
Freya was helpless. "Then you and your mom wait here. I'll go buy it for you, okay?" she said.
Paul nestled in Isabella's arms, nodding slightly with each breath.
Hugo and Justin both looked visibly unhappy. Freya held their hands with both of hers, coaxing them to go buy milkshakes.
Isabella sat with Paul in the lounge area, gently comforting him.
She had just calmed Paul down when Marry suddenly rushed over.
This time, it wasn't just her; behind her were several arrogant women strutting along.
They were all dressed in luxury brand clothes, carrying luxury brand bags, and wearing extremely high heels, looking glamorous and dazzling.
Seeing them approaching aggressively, Isabella knew that these people must be here to seek revenge on her.
She held Paul tightly in her arms, glaring at them fiercely!
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