Chapter 67 She's So Proud of Her Three Outstanding Sons
Frederick suddenly looked up at her. "I heard you studied design at Teronica University. How'd you end up in medicine?"
Isabella was taken aback. "You looked into me?"
Frederick just stared, not denying it.
Isabella's heart pounded. "What else did you find out?"
"Got something to hide?"
Of course, she was worried he'd find out about Hugo and Justin! "Did you check on my kids too?!"
Frederick, sensing her concern, answered honestly, "No."
"Really?"
"Do you want me to?"
"No! They're just kids. Why would you? I'm scared you'll hurt them. You have a record!"
Isabella brought up the mall incident to throw him off.
Frederick frowned. "Yesterday was an accident. I was targeting you, not your son. I didn't hurt him."
He admitted it so openly!
Isabella glared at him, relieved he hadn't looked into the kids. "Why are you investigating me? That's an invasion of privacy!"
Frederick shot back, "If you have nothing to hide, you wouldn't be scared."
"I haven't done anything wrong!"
"You idiot! You dropped out of school to get married. And you cheated."
Isabella's breath caught, her face turning red. Tears welled up in her eyes, her breathing heavy. Was she an idiot? Dropping out was her choice? Cheating was her choice? Being forced into marriage wasn't his fault, but whose fault was it that she cheated?
Isabella clenched her fists, biting her lip, her anger rising.
Frederick noticed her change, his face darkening. "You asked, so I answered. Your past is your business, but while you're taking care of Dennis, behave yourself."
Isabella felt overwhelmed with grievance. Anyone could criticize her, but not him! Her life was ruined by him! And now he was warning her to behave!
"You're not even human!" Isabella yelled, got out of the car, slammed the door, and walked towards the community gate against the cold wind.
Frederick sat in the car, his face dark. Isabella cursed him? Did he say something wrong? She had a bad record and didn't want people to talk? If she didn't want people to talk, why do those things? Getting into Teronica University was a big deal. She could've had a good job and a comfortable life. But look at her now, her life was a mess! She looked clean, but her past was full of stains. Isabella should blame herself, not others!
Frederick thought she was mad because he investigated her. He smoked a few cigarettes, then went back to be with Dennis. He didn't really care about Isabella.
Isabella walked through the freezing cold, tears streaming down her face. The wind felt like knives cutting her skin. The past was unbearable to think about. If someone else had said those things, she might've felt better. But it was Eric!
Isabella was fuming. Who did Eric think he was to judge her? Wasn't all this mess his fault anyway?
She couldn't even be sure if Eric was the father of her kids, so she couldn't just go off on him. If she was wrong, it would all blow up in her face.
This internal struggle was tearing her apart. It felt like she was always the one in the wrong.
Her life was a train wreck, and six years later, it still was. Her marriage with Frederick hadn't ended. And now, she had run into Eric, who might be the father of her kids. Without proof, she was stuck in suspicion, and they had to interact. She even owed him $5 million.
Seeing him again after all these years, she should've slapped him to vent her anger. But instead, Eric had her completely under his thumb!
Eric even had the nerve to mock her for being unfaithful and cheating during her marriage.
Other women who came back with kids had the script of a strong female lead, with skills to punish scumbags and were very rich. But look at her, she ran away with her kids and came back, but still had the script of a doormat!
Frederick had become the president of The Valdemar Group, powerful and influential. And Eric seemed very rich too. Even if he went bankrupt, he still crushed her.
Her miserable life hadn't changed at all; six years later, she still couldn't turn things around.
As Isabella cried, she suddenly laughed. Sitting alone in a corner, she cried and laughed like a fool.
Her phone rang. It was a video call from Justin.
Isabella quickly wiped her tears, adjusted herself, and answered.
"Mommy, mommy." Three chubby little faces squeezed in front of the camera, afraid Isabella couldn't see them.
Isabella's heart melted. "What are you guys doing?"
"We just had breakfast, and Freya said she would take us to kindergarten."
"Okay, listen to Freya."
"Mommy, where are you? Are you sitting outside alone?" Hugo was very perceptive.
Isabella quickly said, "Yes, I'm waiting for the car outside."
"Is it cold? Your face is red, and your eyes are red too."
Isabella forced a smile. "The wind makes my eyes tear up, and I rubbed them, so they turned red. Don't worry. The car is coming. Listen to Freya and go to kindergarten. I'll see you after work, be good."
"Okay, mommy, don't worry about us. I'll look after Justin and Paul."
"Hugo is a good boy."
"I'm a good boy too," Justin chimed in.
Paul couldn't get a word in, his little face turning red. "Me too, me too."
Isabella smiled. "You're all good boys. Hugo is good, Justin is good, Paul is good, you're all my good babies."
Hugo, Justin, and Paul smiled brightly, like three little suns, warming Isabella's heart.
After hanging up, Isabella wasn't angry anymore. What did it matter if life was hard? What did it matter if life was a tragedy? She had three amazing sons, and she was proud!
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